In my experience, Red Hot Chili Peppers fans tend to fall into one of two categories: Pre-Californication and Post-Californication. My husband, who likes mellower jams, fits the mold of the second category (with the exception of a few radio hits), whereas I’m a pretty diehard Blood Sugar Sex Magik gal. That 1991 album — the band’s second one with guitarist John Frusciante and drummer Chad Smith — is a musical masterpiece that blends vulgar, sexual […]