Was ever a garunge rock band so garungey? On compilation-classic "I Ain't No Miracle Worker," the fellas kicked your dog in the ribs, then translated its primal yawp to musical form. But wait, there's more! If you flip that hardened puddle of wax to the B-side, you'll find "Don't Shoot Me Down," a gunked-up explosion of fuzz and snot and spit.