Stoned Immaculate

My, but these young men love their marijuana.

Orange County's Kottonmouth Kings' second album is (if nothing else) remarkable in that the whole thing — beginning to end, I mean every single song — is about marijuana.

High Society, the coyly named follow-up to 1998's Royal Highness (get it?), sticks like resin-coated buds to the same formula that garnered the band the adoration of college freshmen everywhere. The songs are bouncy, groovy, sometimes political, sometimes downright hilarious and won't tax the old brain cells too much.

The opening "Here We Go Again" (RealAudio excerpt) sets the mood right away, rolling along like a standard "legalize it" rap, before crashing into a loud, chanting chorus that can't be ignored. It's perfect cruising music; the sound is both edgy and friendly.

The boys (D-Loc, Jonny Richter, Brad Daddy X, DJ Bobby B, Pakelika and Lou Dog) rip heavily from fellow ganja-friendly noisemakers, lifting rhythms and vocal phrasings directly from Snoop Doggy Dogg, Kid Rock and Cypress Hill. The sound is derivative, but at least the Kings are pilfering decent sources.

Chiming in here and there are Dog Boy, Sen Dog (Cypress Hill) and Jack Grisham (of old school punk band TSOL), among others. The Insane Clown Posse (with whom the Kings briefly toured before being ousted amid scandal last year) jump in on "Wickit Klowns" (RealAudio excerpt), a no-hard-feelings vocal toast from one band to the other.

Nowhere on this album will you find slags at women, gays or nearly anyone else. The Kings manage to sound plenty tough without needing to project any boasting threats. Or maybe they're just too stoned.