Desert Island Recordings: The Pod by Ween

Ween set forth on a career-long ambition to tear down standard
music industry conventions by hook or by crook. To take that which
is weird, obnoxious, and unclean, and show it as important as the
falsely pristine parts of life. They were never more successful in
this endeavor than on their 76 minute slog of a second record, The
Pod. Recorded alone together in Dean and Gene Ween’s apartment that
was a converted barn smack dab in the middle of a horse field while
both were suffering through mono and high on, well, probably
everything. The record sounds like you need to scrape off layers
and layers of shit and grime to get the pop tunes hidden within.
Underneath the juvenile jokes, the impressive assemblage of
vulgarity, fast food orders, molasses-dipped song-smithing, sonic
fuckery, squishy atmosphere, and overall friendly misanthropic
posturing is a solid and comprehensive American pop music revue.
Dinner theater at the slaughterhouse. So, tonight’s
offering...another scoop of isolation but this time with a heaping
of flies, scotch guard, and glandular fever. If you’ve ever woken
up and found that someone had taken a deuce on your kitchen floor,
you’ve already sort of heard this masterpiece. The sludgiest,
brownest record of Ween’s illustrious decades long trouncing of
indie music. Come on, it's a beautiful night for a walk on the
beach, wouldn't you say? Listen to Fewer Owls, mentioned in this
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