Sublime BTFO

sublime is pure, i live with my mom after the divorce and call her by her first name and smoke weed with her white trash kino

Sublime is almost certainly better than anything Pitchfork ever gave a 10 to.

what's a kino? can I fuck your mom?

I love them, I ordered a yellow and blue 2XLP of their self titled a few days ago.

if you actually read that review it's a bizarre, surreal experience

they barely even touch on the music, it's this strange, unhinged tumblr-tier rant about how this guy who died 22 years ago was ~problematic~. just hamfisted, fake outrage about something not even socially relevant in a desperate attempt to get clicks.

>caring about soyfork
That album is great. Sublime confirmed essential soyboy repellent.

Excerpt of the review, please? I refuse to give them traffic.

"Yet while it’s hard to imagine a future when it won’t be blasting out of dorm rooms, time hasn’t flattered the album. A belated regional hit that primed the band for their breakthrough, “Date Rape” in particular was questionable even by its era’s standards, but today it sounds downright vile. The band sold the single as an anti-rape song, which it halfheartedly tries to be—the rapist is the villain, after all, and he gets his comeuppance—but mostly it’s a “sexual assault as entertainment” song, a titillating yarn about a predator and his prey, set to giddy, Fishbone-style horns that undercut any empathy it pretends to have for its victim. “Suggestion” this is not: Even if you can look past the noxious homophobia of the song’s parting shot about the imprisoned rapist taking it “in the behind”—poetic justice at its least poetic—ending a song denouncing date rape by cheering prison rape is unjustifiably bad.

In surprisingly callous comments to an Orlando magazine that suggest he might not have been ready for the spotlight international fame would have put on him, Nowell leaves no reason to give the song’s intentions the benefit of the doubt. “I’ve never raped anyone at least as far as I can remember,” Nowell said. “We were at a party a long time ago and we were all talking about bad date rape was. This guy was like, ‘Date rape isn’t so bad; if it wasn't for date rape I’d never get laid.’ Everyone at the party was bummed out about it, but I was cracking up and I wrote a funny song about it.” If you want to understand why so many people loathe this band, remember this anecdote, because it epitomizes what Sublime sounds like to outsiders: Dudes guffawing at a joke you find appalling."

That's because the review itself is essentially page filler that only exists to justify the score

>"you're not allowed to have a morbid sense of humor."