I'm sorry, but those of you who gave this revealing and emotional portrait of Brad Nowell's raw, creative genius three, two, and even (a couple of true morons) one star, need to have your head examined! Put the Britney Spears CD back in your deck and stop pretending to be a fan, if you don't like this one. I'm not saying that the production is the best or that it couldn't have used a little more work, but what you get when you pop in "Robbin' the Hood" is the raw deal - Bradley Nowell, no holds barred. Everything from jazz to rap to punk to ska to reggae. It's definitely a bit different from the Sublime that all of you commercialized suckers who rated this low consistantly latched onto, but it grows on you with each listen. This is one of my favorite albums and I'm a music freak who listens to and plays literally everything (well, with the exception of country-pop crap). I rank this one right in the middle between 40 Oz. to Freedom (a gift from Jah) and the self-titled album (good, but too commercially tainted to be one of the regulars in my collection).