2.7 - Having long considered this band a joke, I was curious to see how they started out. Were they always putting out watered down reggae covers of famous songs? The album starts off well enough. I wasn’t expecting so much chill jamming, but there it is. I even like some of the echo-y vocals and husky saxophone riffs. From there it treads along, doom-chugga-chugga’ing for a long hour. By the time the 7-minute “Madam Medusa” rolls around with its meandering and pointless instrumental breakdowns, I’m about ready to call it quits. But then I see “Strange Fruit” coming up on the track list. Surely these guys won’t attempt a watered down reggae cover of the spellbinding Billie Holiday song? And…well, fuck me…they do it again, offering up another turd of a cover. I can excuse an album for being pleasant if boring, but such a lame cover is egregious. Fuck these guys.