)ġ2 Country Classics is probably my favorite Ween album. (Triggers: somewhat subtle reference to being pegged, innuendo, geographically prejudice suggesting that someone might "make love" to gators. It does use the word voodoo, which could be viewed as appropriation, but it doesn't attempt to talk about voodoo, it just uses it as an adjective frequently used in rock classics. Voodoo Lady is just a really catchy dance track about. There are no swears, no overt sexuality (I mean, it's all about sex, but in a radio friendly way). We'll start with a song you could play out in public, provided someone wasn't listening too too closely to the lyrics. But if it were hateful, I would be the person the song was targeting, and I think it's too ridiculous (and non-threatening, or I wouldn't bother with it) to be taken seriously, and the music is a joy. I will totally understand if you hate it / never want to listen to it. It's filled with anti-gay terminology in its lyrics, but Ween isn't anti-gay or homophobic, they were a couple of party-focused music nerds with queer friends who filled a song with deliberately outdated stereotypes and put it to catchy music. And there's only one that is a diss track. With one exception, I've only included offensive tracks that are targeted at a demographic I'm part of. Some of their tracks are tacky or problematic. And then there are some tracks that ARE tacky or problematic as Adam Corolla's fetid (that's a thought not worth completing).
There's a track I'll get to in the description that has a sweet origin, but sounds like it's tacky. But a bunch of their music overcomes it, or is just falsely shocking. Some consistently work, some work sporadically, and some tracks I bowed out of superquick. They're super talented, but they try on different genres of music like they're pairs of shoes at a used clothing shop. So I got to listen to them on Vinyl, hook them up to my cassette deck / CD player, and record my own mix, pretty much precisely as I do with these Reimagined Discographies, but decidedly more lofi. Three of my four roommates had Ween records. But before the trip, I decided to bone up on Ween. The ride kinda sucked, and I should have just taken the bus. Even in 2000, I was, like "Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah." But I needed the ride. But they weren't just three random people going to see a rock show ten hours away from home, they were three white girls who were dressing up as geishas to go see a band ten hours away. she and two of her friends were going to see a band I didn't know much about, Ween. luck ? would have it, one of my roommate's girlfriends (as in "my many roommates were all dating people", not "one of my roommate's various girlfriends") was on her way to Columbus, Ohio, where I would still have to grab a bus, but I would be on it for ten fewer hours. Also, all but one of them only dealt weed, nobody was breaking down our doors with submachine guns for bananas and blow.Īfter about six months living in the house, I needed to take a trip to Chicago, and was not looking forward to Greyhounding it. But rent was cheap, the room was offered to me, and they were all, in addition to being drug dealers, creative and interesting people with a variety of non-drug centered jobs.
I was not a drug dealer, I was barely a casual drug user.
#Ween discography full#
I didn't know about Ween until I lived in a house full of drug dealers in Vermont.
Very rarely are they songs I would ever sing in public. They're a band that I won't think about for years, and then someone will mention a word that shows up in one of their songs, and that song is stuck in my head for a week. I can not, in good conscience, recommend anyone get Really Into Ween. Ween fandom is sketchier than Saturday Night Live.
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