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Mudhoney's been associated with Sub Pop longer than any other extant band, and if all other grunge records suddenly vanished, the genre could pretty much be retro-engineered from this album. It's a 1988 EP (named after a couple of guitar-effects pedals), augmented by a few spectacular early singles, most notably "Touch Me I'm Sick," a 900-pound monster of a riff dressed up in just enough sweat and bad attitude to call it a song. The record cover is all flying hair, and the music inside it never stops banging its head either: come-ons and fuck-offs, lust and disgust, Mark Arm screaming his throat raw but always sounding like he's cracking a smile. The menace and stink of the Stooges is the most obvious reference point here, but in place of Iggy Pop's strutting sex-god pose, Arm frames himself as a cruelly funny troll: a creep, a jerk, a fuming ball of need.