I'll go out on a limb, with hindsight on my side, and say that at one precious moment in time Mudhoney was the best rock band on the planet. Maybe not for very long, and perhaps too long ago to be of any real relevance right now, but for one brilliant moment, they were the ones carrying the torch that had passed hands from Ike Turner to Chuck Berry to Keith Richards to Iggy Pop, and on and on and so on from now until forever. Mudhoney was loud & fast, obnoxious and wild, and yet simultaneously heart-wrenching and melodic.

This is by far Mudhoney's best release. From top to bottom, a solid classic. The guitar sound along with the drum parts on this release are unforgettable. As far as the Seattle sound of this time, this has to be ranked up there as one of the top albums of that era. If you have Soundgarden and Nirvana anywhere in your collection already, you will not be sorry if you pick this one up too.

"Flat out Fucked" about sums up the whole ethos of the album -- careening pace, compressed feedback roar, and Mark Arm's desperate but never self-important singing resulting in neo-garage rock anti-anthems.