The year was 1998. Saving Private Ryan, Armageddon, and The Truman Show were in theaters, which meant America was crying, panicking about asteroids, and questioning reality all in the same summer. Britney Spears had just hit us one more time, TRL was basically a religion, and every kid with frosted tips was trying to land a kickflip in their JNCOs before the dial-up disconnected. The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time dropped and ruined every game that came after it, South Park was teaching us brand new swear words, and Nu-Metal was kicking down the door with spiked collars and DJ scratches.

In the middle of all that glorious chaos, Zebrahead rolled in with Waste of Mind and said, "Hey, what if we mashed skate punk, rap vocals, SoCal energy, and suburban boredom into one big blender and cranked it to eleven?" And, it worked. This was the soundtrack for every kid who felt too punk for the mall and too mall-rat for actual danger. It was messy, clever, fast, loud, and sometimes deeply stupid in the best possible way. So join us this week as the boys deep dive into Joe's Pick: Zebrahead's Waste of Mind. (Wallet chains optional but highly encouraged.)