Oh, Ween. Ween, Ween, Ween, Ween. How do you make such similar albums to such varying degrees of success? I mean, come on. It took me 3 years to finally pick up a copy of Chocolate and Cheese...and then I couldn't pull the damn thing out of my car's tape player for two months. Which made me go buy The Mollusk. And I STILL don't think I've listened to that thing 10 times. Then, I dabbled around in old material. God Ween Satan? Nope. The Pod? What the fuck? Pure Guava? All right. Then came White Pepper...and accessibility was being uttered in the same breath as a Ween album. But, with accessibility, came the quality again. Sometimes, when you boys lay down songs without including dog barks, whale farts, or demonic children singing...you really have something there!
But wait! What's this...this...Quebec? What the fuck is this? It has those things. It's got the weird songs about anti-depressants! It's got quiet, creepy, repetitive songs about captains turning around and taking you home! It's got epic, Pink Floyd-inspired tunes! The weird shit has returned!!! But it's still good. In fact, it's still pretty damn good! Damn you, Ween! Damn you to Hell! I don't get you! But I might like it. -Eric Morris
Oh, Ween. Ween, Ween, Ween, Ween. How do you make such similar albums to such varying degrees of success? I mean, come on. It took me 3 years to finally pick up a copy of Chocolate and Cheese...and then I couldn't pull the damn thing out of my car's tape player for two months. Which made me go buy The Mollusk. And I STILL don't think I've listened to that thing 10 times. Then, I dabbled around in old material. God Ween Satan? Nope. The Pod? What the fuck? Pure Guava? All right. Then came White Pepper...and accessibility was being uttered in the same breath as a Ween album. But, with accessibility, came the quality again. Sometimes, when you boys lay down songs without including dog barks, whale farts, or demonic children singing...you really have something there!
