Sublime

Full of unruly insouciance, Sublime’s eponymous third venture packs bong-powered summertime hits that made frontman Bradley Nowell immortal. His final record—which dropped weeks after his untimely death in 1996—is driven by slacker ska-punk debauchery, taking spectators on a wild ride fuelled by tales of looting liquor stores (the sly, spunky bop of “April 29, 1992 (Miami)”) and popping a cap in Sancho (the bouncy upstroke of “Santeria”). Its languorous rhythms and puerile soul beguile with the defiant spirit of ‘90s alt-rock, which this masterpiece helped define.