Best paired with: a carne asada burrito
That's weird. All these songs about heroin really make me want to go to the beach...
For anyone growing up in Southern California, this album is a rite of passage — for better or for worse. Every perfectly good kickback was ruined by a lone bro trying to start a sing-along to his awful "Santeria" cover. (I'm looking you, Brandon. I don't care if it is your parents' guest house, no one wants to hear that.)
Even still, Sublime is SoCal culture condensed into 17 songs.
So get in your car. Take a trip to your nearest low-income neighborhood and find a taco truck. It doesn't matter where you parked, one's probably close by. Close your eyes and enjoy your behemoth-sized wrap. I think you'll find it pairs well with the smell of salt water and smog.