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311

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Biography

311's fusion of reggae and rap metal was created in Omaha, Nebraska, where singer/guitarist Nick Hexum, DJ/singer S.A. Martinez, guitarist Tim Mahoney, drummer Chad Sexton, and the bassist known only as P-Nut launched the group in 1990. Taking their name from the Omaha Police Department's code for indecent exposure, the quintet began gigging locally and soon moved to Los Angeles, signing with Capricorn Records in 1991. 311 then translated their regional success into national recognition with several key albums, including 1992's Costello Music, 1993's Grassroots, and 1995's eponymous From Chaos (aka The Blue Album), the latter of which reached number 12 on the album chart, sold three million copies in the U.S., and sported the hit tracks "All Mixed Up" and "Down."

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Top Tracks

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  1.  
    Lyrics
    Brainstorm, take me away from the norm
    I've got to tell you something
    This phenomenon
    I had to put it in a song and it goes by
    Whoa
    Amber - (3:30)  -  85,023 plays
  2.  
    Lyrics
    Whenever I'm alone with you
    You make me feel like I am home again
    Whenever I'm alone with you
    You make me feel like I am whole again
    Whenever I'm alone with you
    Love Song - (3:30)  -  46,360 plays
  3.  
    Lyrics
    Today seems like a good day to burn a bridge or two
    The one with old wood creaking that would burn away right on cue
    I try to be not like that but some people really suck
    People need to get the axing, chalk it up to bad luck
    I know a drugstore cowgirl, so afraid of getting bored
    Beautiful Disaster - (4:03)  -  35,934 plays
  4.  
    Lyrics
    You've got to trust your instinct
    And let go of regret
    You've got to bet on yourself now star
    'Cause that's your best bet
    Watch me now with a wicked and wild and I said
    All Mixed Up - (2:59)  -  33,510 plays
  5.  
    Lyrics
    Chill light on my sight as my ego becomes
    A funky child with some words on my tongue
    Be like intake of breath and my mouth gets loose
    So while I scatter my spit I dream of juice
    Have you ever made out in dark hallways?
    Down - (3:15)  -  33,065 plays
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