Friday, September 9, 2011

Ween

I'm not sure what I was doing while the world was shielding me from Ween, but screw you world. Unfortunately, the gentlemen in Ween will never get the credit they deserve for being amazingly adept songwriters. Here's the rub, while most bands write the poetry of 10th grade schoolgirls, obsessed with Twilight movies and such, Ween could actually be the next Beatles and in the next breath they could be the next Ramones or outlaw country legends. They purposefully have no discernible sound, other then the complete and utter hatred for genre defining. What? "Why, won't these demon masters of musical prowess ever reach the status of near ethereal demi-gods" you ask? It's because they have a sense of humor and stupid people feel like they're being made fun of when they don't understand. Why, does this band go from psychedelia to Ennio Morricone-esque songs of double cross and revenge, only to switch to seemingly stream of conscious silliness and then off in some other delusional direction? They do it because no one else is doing it, they do it because they can and their damn good at it.






If you couldn't tell from the picture, these are all from the Chocolate and Cheese album. Which seems to perfectly illustrate my point.
Gene and Dean Ween deserve our respect, love and admiration. However, like all self assured guys with a good balance of hubris and self esteem, they refuse to demand our attention. They know how sweet the conversion is from ambivalent A-hole to hysteric induced disciple; they've done it to Henry Rollins...do you think you're stronger then Henry Rollins?



I mean look at him up there, his neck is the size of a redwood tree.