December 09, 2008
With more than a decade of making music together, the members of Slightly Stoopid have perfected one of the rarest—and most valuable—skills a band can develop: the art of the stealth groove, that knack for quietly—almost innocently—sliding into a song and utterly lassoing anyone within earshot by mid-song. That’s where the band has come to reside, musically: deep in the pocket, that ever-elusive, funky trench where a band can entrance an audience, hypnotize it and hold on to it until the set or CD is finished. And that’s just what the band does on its sixth studio offering, Chronchitis , another collection of hypnotizers built on a bedrock of nasty, oceanic slabs of dubby bass and meditative vocals. With peers like Sublime, Jack Johnson, 311 and G. Love, Slightly Stoopid have proven a cornerstone of a new generation of bright, mellow albums full of acoustic grooves, love for reggae and select ’70s California singer/songwriter records.