311

For its eighth album, the reliable, groove-oriented rock band has found what works -- and has no intention of straying from that path. Dual harmonies, slick guitars and ever-present reliance on "riddims" work together to create another perfect soundtrack for dorm-room hijinks.

This once-prominent L.A. quintet always stood out from the rap-rock crowd thanks to its
pseudo-Rasta positivity and frat-boy skank. But on their eighth album, 311 distance
themselves further from the sleek hybrid sounds that made them somewhat interesting.
Don't Tread on Me finds their grooves as bouncy and deftly syncopated as ever, but
whatever momentum they achieve is seriously compromised by annoyingly brig... More >