Local H is one of my favorite bands, but this album is not the reason why. Very few of the truly great bands in history had an earth-shattering debut and this group is no exception.
There is, however, signs that they would break out of that "just another grunge band" mold that they were so firmly in at this point. Songs like "Mayonnaise and Malaise", "Sports Bar" (which paints a picture of a period of life that is eerily close to what I'm up to lately), and my personal theme song, "Cynic", show that Local H is capable of being better than every grunge band whose name doesn't start with the letter "N" and end with "irvana".
Of course, the few strokes of greatness here could be considered a fluke... but time has shown otherwise, as Local H essentially grows into a stronger band with every album they make, moving away from the straight-up grunge sound they have here to a more epic and (dare I say) artsy approach to what is still, in the end, fun music that you can get drunk to and think about all while singing along (trust me, it is possible).
I'd look into their other works first (especially the amazing "Pack up the Cats") if I was new to Local H, but this album is certainly an interesting peek at the roots of their sound.