Stoked

There’s a goofy little beach scene on the album cover that could fool you into thinking these guys made a surf-rock record. But it’s nothing like that, really. Sure, they do a track called “Surf” that starts off as a shameless “Pipeline” knockoff, but before the song is through, they’ve shifted gears through reggae into ska and back again — which is par for the course on this bong-friendly mishmash of musical styles, from reverb-heavy reggae to “Dude, we so should have opened for Goldfinger” ska-punk (“Mexi-Melt”). “Sixteen” is straight-up pop-punk with buzzsaw guitar and adrenalized pop hooks, “Beer” is damn near hardcore, and the band signs off with a punked-up sea chanty, “Pirate Town.” Stoked even tries its hand at jokey country on the drinking song “Milk Crates” — complete with a “Yee-haw” — and on “Jailbait,” a snippet that starts with a sketch of a high-school girl recoiling in horror from the old guy hitting on her (“He looks like he’s 30 or something”). If there is one quality that ties it all together, it’s a playful sense of humor that mostly revolves around drinking and girls.