Rocket From The Crypt, "Guilt Free"
The essential insight of Rocket From The Crypt, that garage rock is even more fun with a saxophone involved, is an elemental truth of music. It's a lesson that more bands should learn.
The Mr. T Experience, "Our Days Are Numbered"
Like, this is a perfectly good song. But, let's add a sax and see how it smokes!
Helmet, "I Know"
I'm going to avoid the obvious joke of saying this song needs a sax. It absolutely does not. It just needs to be cranked to tooth-rattling volume to be perfect.
Screeching Weasel, "Pervert At Large"
This is the final Screeching Weasel album that I ever bought, and I don't even really remember getting it. I didn't like Bark Like A Dog, and I'm not sure what possessed me into thinking that anything would be different on the next record. It's not like Screeching Weasel particularly changed even when they were good. At any rate, this is very much a Screeching Weasel song, and it's thoroughly unnecessary if you own six other records from them. Or, like, two other records from them.
From 1991's III, one of the key albums of the 90's indie rock scene. Thousands of other bands would attempt to emulate this ramshackle masterpiece, focusing on the surface of it (the fuzzy, messy recording) and not the substance (the zillions of ideas and often fascinating songwriting). As such, I suppose it has a lot to answer for in convincing a bunch of people that putting a big mess onto a 4-track in a basement was a serious artistic statement. But you can't really blame artists for their lesser imitators.