Despite juvenile lyrics (songs about hot chicks, weed), Sublime’s sturdy ska-pop was tuneful enough to excuse such pubescent pandering. Sure, most of this postmortem compilation (singer Bradley Nowell OD’d in ’96) has all the depth of a frat-boy-penned nursery rhyme, but that’s forgivable too: Virtually every one of the album’s 12 tracks is spunky, punky, and instantly hummable. B
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