This faux bootleg collects some final scraps of beauty and sloth from Sublime's Brad Nowell, a man-child who had just begun to plumb his talents when heroin killed him at age twenty-eight in 1996. Few of these live and studio tracks are fully formed -- songs get cut off cold, fade out or veer into stoned cul-de-sacs, and the sound quality often sinks to the abysmal. Yet moments will crush your heart: The fleeting covers of "Rivers of Babylon," "Guava Jelly" and "This Train" throb with Nowell's love of Jamaican soul, while "Boss DJ" conflates lust and fandom with a touching wistfulness. Without his band's punky-reggae hip-hop roar, you hear an ambitious singer folding oddball scats and dance-hall patter into displays of raw intimacy and conjuring Elvis Costello, Lowell George and Barrington Levy in his roller-coaster phrasings. He isn't always in control of his instrument, but Nowell would've gotten there someday.