(1995, Matador)

Ostensibly a major-label debut by the kings of scuzzy lo-fi, this isn’t much cleaned up for mass consumption, but the scuzzy shambolism can’t mask the fantastic songwriting on display.

LISTEN: Spotify

READ: Here’s a lovely Pitchfork writeup of the album from a few years back which was actually this admin’s intro to the album, and another by Under The Radar

WATCH: Here’s a video of the band blasting through the excellent Game of Pricks back at the time.