Sublime
Robbin' the Hood

THE REVIEW

- summertime and the livin’ is easy many sang, it depends I feel like saying, certainly we're in the midst of the season of laid-back things, of the sun, of the greater number of beers, of dusty trails and of sublime; then, the summer heat, bodies gliding, cicadas laughing, the heat that stretches neurons, love that makes time pass, time that makes love pass, and while in my head these thirty-eight degrees have already cooked a stew of synapses, as usual, music helps.

this robbin’ the hood is a collection of tracks destined to fall into the corners of who knows how many drawers, placed between two significant albums that only some unfortunate souls could forget, and like all good bands that are close to the heart, I find it hard to choose a favorite; nineteen ninety-four, the Tarantino-esque cover can give an idea of the recording conditions, homemade atmosphere, field recordings, unrestrained or few and rusty collages; an album that bursts with tracks, all to be spat on the street, filled with semi-tracks, interludes, and schizophrenic soliloquies, amid various fluid bass lines, pulsating guitars and an extremely chill mood; sketches of ideas in decoupage, then ska, dub, reggae, electronics, punk, and acoustics that never become a rock nuisance;

It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice, it's so nice don't wanna hear the same song twice

it’s all about the philosophy of the body, of smiles when in reality one is sad, a flow of music as heterogeneous as a season of abundant goofing around, it manages to cover up the melancholy without hiding it; good music comes from who are relaxed, I truly believe that and you can't get more relaxed than this; deep in sound, all sofas and cushions, certainly less ganja than other sublime works, it satisfies the hunger for tracks without a verse and others with an awesome intro; contrasting emotions, I throw there one of the best sauces of this steppin' razor, I have some little stories and it makes my ears cry a little, but the direction is as casual as all the wonders that came out of this crackhouse;

anyway, I am happy when the music keeps digressing, among references, self-references, intriguing samples, and astounding covers; sublime sublime, a lot of respect for a band that spent years of concerts before recording, cutting and sewing music to bang it on the pavement, stealing it to give to the poor, this remains their lo-fi episode, highly recommended

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