finally, a decent ween album!
i should probably start by disarming that title a little, as i really don’t think that ween, possibly one of the greatest bands of all time, has failed to put out a good album since “The Mollusk”. i will admit that i liked several songs on “White Pepper” (namely “The Grobe” and “Pandy Fackler”) and that “Quebec” wasn’t completely terrible either. “Zoloft” and “The Argus” give me enough to justify the cost of the album. i wasn’t impressed with “Shinola, Vol. 1″ much at all, though I do enjoy listening to “Boys Club” every once in a while for the Michael McDonald-esque vocals they go for on this track. still, nothing says Ween to me like “Chocolate and Cheese” and “The Pod” — nearly every track is a winner.
so for christmas this year, my mom got me “La Cucaracha” — and it’s brilliant. we return to the motif of nearly a different style for every track, and some of them are home runs. others don’t quite make it, but have enough redeeming qualities to make it a complete success as an (in)cohesively seminal Ween album in my book.
big hitters have to be “Blue Balloon” (floaty weirdo electronic pop), “Object” (dark and demeaning tale of what might well be a serial murderer), “Learnin’ to Love” (a hoe down with a catchy little “do do deliddledodeliddledodeliddledo” refrain), “With My Own Bare Hands” (typical dirty Ween cock rock), “Sweetheart” (Gordon Lightfoot returns!), and “Your Party” (something like adult contemporary meets food criticism).
dig it. it’s really good.
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