If any of these references made the least bit of sense, chances are you were in high school or college when 311’s self-titled 1995 album and its “experimental” 1997 follow-up, Transistor, were dominant forces in youth culture. Oh, 311 Day, why must you come only once per year? After that was surely the annual viewing of the street-skating videotape your bro Monkey bought for some reason in 1992. How did you spend your 311 Day on Tuesday? In accordance with 311 Day tradition, perhaps you attended the ceremonial hang in the quad with Sully and Thompson, where you received communion from the sacramental one-hitter before feasting on some home-cooked nachos with a side of freshly brewed Mountain Dew. In this installment, we look at the new album by one of the biggest rap-metal-reggae bands of the ’90s, 311. (Pop Purgatory is fame plus time.) Because we’re unwilling to let albums released by established if unfashionable pop-culture institutions come and go without a proper listen, we’re giving these damned souls a shot at redemption - or at least some much-needed publicity outside their respective fan bubbles. Welcome to Escape From Pop Purgatory, where we check out new music made by people who are better known than 98 percent of the oppressively “cool” artists over whom the media obsesses, yet are commonly perceived to be years past the point of cultural relevance.
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