I’ll admit something straight away; it took me a long time to get into Slightly Stoopid, for a couple of reasons. Sublime was the original roots-rock-reggae band, a style which is so commonplace now, bands in places like Quad Cities, Iowa are even trying to imitate it.
In the nineties, Sublime and their sound were truly unique, and if you were one of the early fans of this sound, it was easy to identify with it, to have it be your own in a way. Stoopid, as they are affectionately known, were signed to Sublime’s label, Skunk Records while still in high school. But they were the upstarts, and I wasn’t interested in the next one in line, just the original, Sublime.
It was also because I was lucky to meet Sublime just before Bradley’s tragic death. My sister had met them the summer before at the first Warped Tour, and discussed pitching in artwork for the new album cover. She never got to though. She got us into a show they played at The Wetlands in NYC, where we hung with all three members before the show.
When Brad died weeks later, it wasn’t a mourn-for-weeks, end of the world type of reaction I had, it just solidified the feeling that you couldn’t replace Sublime’s originality, style or uniqueness. They had become legend. Don’t think so? Their music and image endures to this day, throughout all generations of music lovers. And imagine if only they’d sworn off the damn hard drugs, but even still, irreplaceable. I never considered listening to Stoopid, thinking I’d be getting someone else’s rendition of the recipe that made Sublime what they were.
They opened up for my friend’s band one night. Time makes it able for me to say this. Their live act isn’t comparable to Sublime, it’s that much better. Tightly wound energy, precise and flowing, with a horn! section, it’s something to behold. Not to say anything negative about my beloved Sublime, only that I gave Stoopid a chance.