Kottonmouth Kings put down the bong and get off the couch long enough to deliver their eighth studio effort. No surprises on this one -- the suburban OC five piece (six if you count mummy-faced "visual assassin" Pakelika) continue proselytizing about illicit self-medication over massive, wallet-chain swinging beats, funky bass, and punkish guitars. Amazingly, they hadn't already burned through song titles like "Where's the Weed At?" and "Fat Sack" on albums one through seven. Seems they've been saving a secret stash.