You might get three songs into 12 Golden Country Greats before you
realize it's the new Ween CD. You might easily glide by the pedal steel guitar
and piano shuffle of "I'm Holding You," even with warmly-rendered lyrics like,
"I'm tripping/writhing and squealing/puking/ looking for someone like you," and
the rollicking "Japanese Cowboy" could slip under your radar if you don't pay
strict attention to the line, "like a Japanese cowboy/ Or a brother on skates."
Yes, Ween have gone country. But not like you'd expect. Sure, by the time the
third song, "Piss Up a Rope" moseys along, with it's chorus, "You can piss up a
rope/ And you can put on your shoes/ Hit the road, get truckin'/ Pack your bag,
I don't need the ag/ On your knees you big booty bitch start suckin'/ You ride
my ass like a horse in a saddle/ Now your up shit's creek with a turd for a
paddle," etc., you might get that familiar warm frontal lobe glow, secure in
the knowledge that some good, greasy bathroom humor is in the offing. Not so
fast. They may be the crown (clown?) princes of oddball rock, but even when the
screechy guitar solo slithers out mid-song, you won't necessarily recognize the
side players who've joined them on this journey.
Ween, perhaps best known
for their completely accidental radio hit, "Push The Little Daisies," want you
to know one thing...
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