Title: “The Mollusk”
Ween has long been one of those groups put in a category that isn’t quite novelty, but walking toward that end of the musical spectrum.
After last year’s announcement from Aaron Freeman (aka Gene Ween) that the group split after more than 25 years, it left a legacy that was often silly, inappropriate and goofy.
But also talented. The mark of the finest joke rockers is that long after the punch lines stop punching, the music is still worth hearing.
“The Mollusk” is such a record. Ween offers a kaleidoscope of sounds, all bound together tenuously as a seafaring concept album.
In true Ween fashion, it’s a patchwork quilt of styles. Lyrically, it rises above the childish level to which they sometimes resorted, although it’s not as though they suddenly found a fountain of maturity, either.
“The Blarney Stone” captures it well, a swashbuckling, mug-swaying sea shanty complete with a beer-swelled Irish brogue. It comes on the heels of “Mutilated Lips,” which brings spacey psychedelics to the soundscape.
For a group that infrequently took itself seriously, a grown-up effort shows just how musically talented they actually were.
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