Cover of Mudhoney Touch Me I'm Sick / Sweet Young Thing Ain't Sweet No More
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For fans of mudhoney, lovers of grunge and punk rock, vinyl collectors, and enthusiasts of underground indie music.
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THE REVIEW

We are at the height of the grunge season when this vinyl single is released: side A "Touch me i'm sick," side B "Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more." The vinyl singles are a cult, a damn fetish cult. It reminds me of fanzines, underground stuff sold under the counter, the pure punk style of many self-produced bands, true indie, not that MTV crap pandering to trends. And grunge, like college punk, became a fashion. But this from Mudhoney is pure crap, not radio-friendly stuff. A shouted voice and a barrage of guitars with a circular riff for "touch me i'm sick"; a sick and ultra-distorted blues that tells of adolescent suicide in mocking tones for "sweet young thing ain't sweet no more."

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This review explores Mudhoney's vinyl single released at the peak of grunge season. It praises the raw, unpolished punk style of 'Touch Me I'm Sick' and its B-side, highlighting their underground, indie ethos. The music is described as loud and distorted, distinctly non-radio friendly, embodying true grunge spirit.

Tracklist Lyrics Videos

01   Touch Me I'm Sick (02:23)

Well I feel bad
And I've felt worse
I'm a creep yeah
I'm a jerk
Come on!

Touch Me I'm Sick!

Well I won't live long
And I'm full of rot
Gonna give you girl
Everything I've got

Touch Me I'm Sick!
Touch Me I'm Sick!

Come on baby now come with me
If you don't come
If you don't come
If you don't come
You'll die alone

Touch Me I'm Sick!
Fuck Me I'm Sick!

02   Sweet Young Thing Ain't Sweet No More (03:35)

Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Mama found her draped over the toilet bowl

oooh

Mama said, "child, what you done?"
Mama said, "child, what you done?"
"Wake up and greet the midday sun"

Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Mama's little pills spilled all over the floor

oooh
oooh, ow, ow, ow

Mama can't handle her on her own
Mama can't handle her on her own
She says, "You just wait till your father gets home"

Mudhoney

Mudhoney are a Seattle rock band formed in 1988, closely associated with Sub Pop and frequently cited as key architects of the sound later tagged “grunge.” Reviews highlight Mark Arm and Steve Turner as central figures, with a signature style built on fuzz-heavy garage punk, sarcasm, and live-club grit.
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