I enter the Congress Theater and the smell of marijuana hits my
nostrils like a right hook from Mike Tyson. My nose takes a few
moments to recover and I continue to walk closer to the stage. The
sea of people awaiting a performance from Slightly Stoopid remind me
of Dory from Finding Nemo, they are able to talk but can’t remember
what they were specifically talking about. The lights go down and
Del the Funky Homosapien comes on stage. Del, with his DJ and
hypeman, are able to hype a crowd better than people chasing a $300
laptop at Wal-mart. He performs hits like Mistadoblina and closes his
set with Clint Eastwood. The crowd is energized and ready for
anything. Slightly Stoopid come on stage and the energy drops like a
lead balloon. The audience is happy to see them, but aren’t waving
their hands in the air as if they don’t care. Granted, Slightly
Stoopid is a different style of music than Del.

The hardest part of Slightly Stoopid is they can’t determine if they
are a fast punk band or a southern California dub band. Between Miles
Doughty and Kyle McDonald switching instruments just about every song
and the band performance becoming sloppier as the show progressed, I
had a hard time distinguishing between just what their identity was.
With that being said, when they performed each song individually, they
perform them well. Drummer Rymo plays at a solid tempo that doesn’t
let go. Slightly Stoopid definitely has strong chemistry with each
other. They play well and they know how to follow each other’s lead.
Overall, Slightly Stoopid knows how to do their job. They provide
music and entertainment to the masses. They allow people to leave
their troubles at the door and don’t allow their negativity to enter
the room.