This is weird. Enjoy Incubus starts out slap-bass-punk-funkily, just like a zillion generic campus party bands that sport goatees and those knitted rasta caps. Then it bursts into a kind of Rage Against The Machine-esque guitar squall. In other words, Incubus are not foraging through the two most original genres of 1997. But they do imbue them with enough energy and compatibility to almost make them work.

Unfortunately, singer Brandon Of The Jungle -- that's a bad sign right there -- is atop all this, barking out the most bizarre, clever-in-his-own-mind lyrics. Here's a sample: "Grab the next motherfucker marmaduke who refuses to submit to these pelvic ostentations." Sure thing. Another doozy: "I've stumbled upon a brain fart which melts away your molds!" Mr. Of The Jungle probably fancies himself some sort of crazed genius (like Maynard James Keenan does), but he's only one step more obnoxious than his non-lyricizing bandmates, who can only comment through liner notes: credited to one "Dynamike" is the heavy responsibility of "guitars and funk." So where does this leave the usual funk-provider, the bassist? In charge of "bass and adult entertainment," of course. Eesh. That marmaduke had the right idea.