If you’ve been listening to the radio or watching MTV, or for that matter, haven’t been living in a cave, you’ve probably heard “Steal My Sunshine” by Canadian group Len.Enjoy it. Crank it up. Sing along with your friends. Do whatever, but for the love of God, don’t buy their debut album, “You Can’t Stop the Bum Rush.” Let “Steal My Sunshine” be the lasting legacy of Len. As long as you steer clear of this album, you’ll probably never hear another song by them. If you’re lucky.This is an album torn in two directions. There’s this little path you can meander down and find “Steal My Sunshine.” The other way is down a superhighway that leads straight to Sucksville and the rest of the songs. Len, turn around! Go back!Radio listeners and music buyers should be outraged. It is completely unfair to hoist something so fresh and listenable as “Steal My Sunshine,” the disc’s first track, upon us only to follow it up with 40 minutes and 12 seconds of stale, roller-skating party, weak-ass crap. Maybe this review is misguided. Maybe Len are misunderstood visionaries. Perhaps it IS time for Biz Markie, who guests on “Beautiful Day,” to make his big comeback. It’s HIS time now, and apparently, only Len can see it.And sure, it might be easy to overlook the talents of C.C. DeVille, the man with the biggest hair in the band Poison. But Len see something more, something we must be missing. They looked past his inability to play, relying on gut instinct to know that he was just the man to contribute to the utterly grotesque “Feelin’ Alright.” (You can always tell that a song is going to rock if they leave the ‘g’ off the end.)Here’s a little sidebar to Len and all the other bands out there: Whether you suck (as Len do) or not, don’t invite washed-up has-beens to cameo on your album. It only washes you up faster.Len also has an annoying preoccupation with the early rap sounds of artists like Kurtis Blow, The Treacherous Three and The Sugarhill Gang. Not that that’s a bad thing – those artists laid the groundwork for today’s hip-hop scene. But that was more than 20 years ago. It needs a new twist and there is nothing new here. You can practically tell what song they were listening to right before they recorded each track. I swear I heard “No Parking on the Dancefloor” and “Funkytown.”There is no place in the world of music for a bunch of white, Canadian, stoner, hip-hop wannabes. At least I hope there isn’t.