Touch Me. . .

[cbertsch]

After washing the kitchen floor today to the sour-sweet strains of Mudhoney's first EP and the singles now collected along with it on the album, played on shuffle mode, I headed towards the CD player to hear the one song I absolutely still had to hear. But it came on before I reached the stereo, so I launched into my solo simulation of life in a mosh pit. At the end of the song, I had a realization. Nothing elevates me more than "Touch Me I'm Sick". There are more subtle songs, more complex songs, more significant songs. For sheer lose-your-composure intensity, though, the first Sup Pop single ever is at the top of my list.

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ah, Mudhoney

[tpratt.livejournal.com]

Back in the day, Mudhoney was the band that lived up to the hype surrounding them. I'll never forget the first time I heard a song by them - "You Got It (Keep It Outta My Face)", on a single Sub Pop sent to my high school radio station. I had read about them and wasn't particularly interested in hearing them. Then I put the record on for a spin. Holy shit, is that record GOOD. If they could have maintained even a degree of the power and joy (after a fashion, I suppose) they displayed in their first few records (as in before their first full-length LP), people wouldn't give a shit about Kurt Cobain today. They're also the band that proved to me that emo-esque lite punky rock songs about girls-n-stuff ultimately suck when they came onstage at the Berkeley Square after the Lemonheads. I could never take Dando et al seriously after that. If only Mudhoney had kept it up, so to speak...ah well, we still have the records to enjoy, don't we?