An underrated disc in the Kyuss catalog, long overshadowed by the heavyweight records that were to follow, like Blues for the Red Sun and Sky Valley. The production is borderline basement-level, John Garcia’s vocals and lyrics are often awkward or just not up to snuff, and the rest of the band is closer to hardcore punk (they were huge Black Flag fans) than the bongload-heavy stoner rock they would become so known for. And yet, when taken on its’ own terms, Wretch is nearly as formidable a package, despite its' beastly tendencies. I believe this is out of print, so snap it up if you come across it.