Dear Dean and Gene Ween,
Hey guys. What's up?
I can't believe it's been ten years since GodWeenSatan. Man,
I am so old. I remember listening to "You Fucked Up" while
sipping Pixie Sticks in the high school parking lot. And Pure
Guava... "Tender Situation" and "Don't Get 2
Close (2 My Fantasy)" are classics from my college years. After
that I had a little Ween downtime, but recently I heard The Mollusk,
which is pure demented genius... one of the most ridiculous rock
albums ever. The title track is the best prog-rock song never written
in the 70's, while your Irish accents on "The Blarney Stone"
are hilariously awful and "Mutilated Lips" is disgusting,
yet oddly compelling.
Last week, a buddy in
"the industry" let me borrow an advance copy of your new
album White Pepper and, whoa, was I surprised! There's a
noticeable lack of the word "fuck," and some songs even
sound like real pop tunes. What's even more frightening is that
they're great... "Even If You Don't" could be an outtake
from a John Lennon album, and "Stay Forever" is just waiting
to be played at proms across America (that's a compliment). I guess
it's not like you guys have gone totally serious though... there's
still the Jimmy Buffett parody "Bananas and Blow," the
Queensryche-like "Back To Basom" (yeah, I remember "Silent
Lucidity"...) and the dead-on Steely Dan-ish "Pandy Fackler."
And you guys obviously still know how to rock on tunes like "Stroker
Ace" and "The Grobe," which recall vintage metal
bands like Motorhead and Black Sabbath. Now the strangest thing
about you guys is that you sound ten times better than the bands
you make fun of, even when you're not making fun of anyone.
Rock on, Deaner! Rock
on, Gener! I salute the wonderous entity that is Ween!
Your devoted Boognish
-- Eric Schneider