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."