The poopship has been destroyed. Ween are dead: long live Aaron Freeman and Mickey Melchiondo.

Though they collaborated frequently, employing the brilliant drummer Claude Coleman and, more famously, a crackerjack team of Nashville studio stars they dubbed The Shitcreek Boys, Ween was always the project, outpouring, and identity of its founding duo. Freeman and Melchiondo (who went by the noms de rock Gene and Dean Ween, respectively) wrote deeply weird pop music that didn’t defy categorization so much as render all discussion about genre obsolete.

While they’ll always be best-remembered for their weirdo experiments–the Scotchgard-fueled mayhem of The Pod; the guest appearance in the It’s Pat! movie; the jingle they wrote for Pizza Hut’s Insider pizza that was ultimately rejected (“Where’d the Cheese Go,” which the band called “one of the best tunes we wrote all last year”); their one moment of crossover success (1992’s “Push Th’ Little Daisies”); their on-stage eagerness to deconstruct their own songs into a rotten, brown mess–the jokes never eclipsed the fact that Gener and Deaner were and are extraordinarily gifted pop songwriters, polyglots able to mimic britpop, hardcore, sea chanty, space-rock, and Mexican balladry without losing hold of the melodic ribbon that runs through their best work. Even The Pod’s phased-out, DAT-backed “Pork Roll Egg and Cheese” sounds nearly as much like a lost Lennon demo as it does a giddy song about a breakfast sandwich.

While the true followers of the Boognish (if you don’t know by now, it’s probably too late) mostly point to 1997’s excellent The Mollusk as Ween’s magnum opus, the group are truly at their best on White Pepper. Released in May of 2000 (and woefully neglected when we put together our Decade list a couple of years back), the album shifts gracefully between power-pop (“Even If You Don’t”), Motörhead and Jimmy Buffett pastiche (“Stroker Ace,” “Bananas and Blow”), and free-floating dreamscape (“Ice Castles”). But the album also catches Ween at their most affecting: twelve years later, songs like the aching “Exactly Where I’m At,” country-rocker “Stay Forever,” and especially “Flutes of the Chi” still sound the depths.

It took Freeman and Melchiondo three years to follow up White Pepper with Quebec, and four more passed before they released what is now their swan song, La Cucaracha. That title suddenly feels ironic and planned, and maybe it was; for a minute there, it looked like a band as obnoxious and outlandish as Ween might actually go the distance. But then someone threw the lights on. words/ m garner

MP3: Ween :: Reggaejunkiejew

12 Responses to “WEEN :: 1984-2012 – RIP Boognish”

  1. I don’t know that I believe Ween is dead. I have a feeling they will play together again at some point. Though I am glad I got to see them live about half a dozen times. As much as I like their albums, they have always been even better live.

  2. dude, this is really…a tender situation

  3. :(

  4. A fine obit for a great band.

  5. I have to say, it’s been encouraging to see the number of Ween-related puns that have come out of this whole thing. Nice work, Phil.

  6. I CAN’T PUT MY FINGER ON IT

  7. I’ll always remember the description of Ween that I got from the guy at the counter of Princeton Record Exchange (where one Weener had once worked apparently…) when I bought their first record after a hyperbolic review in Spin magazine circa 1991. The guy looked at me and said… “this record sounds like everything from, well, Prince, to, well, everything in between.” A totally spot on description, no?

  8. @blips – YES!

  9. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_WC1bs863s

    One of my faves. Pollo Asado. Hilarious.

  10. Definitely sad to see them go.

  11. Ween restored my faith in the idea that humans can still create. That belief had been all but destroyed by a giant putrid glacier of boring, stupid corporate puke that seemed to threaten to carve away everything that MTV left of the human imagination as it made it’s slow but inexorable way through every channel of culture that it could cynically insinuate its way into; I think I saw Kurt Cobain’s corpse frozen into it. I don’t know the names of any dead rappers….
    I apologize if this is a bitter and senseless rant, but I’m distracted by my sudden and inexplicable yen for Coca-Cola and Doritos.
    Please, Ween…with you goes a little more of my will to continue to breathe the sickening mall-sweat we have for air in this cynical, colourless creative wasteland that passes for a culture on this continent.
    Have a nice day.

  12. no mention of the brownness of chocolate and cheese ’94? that’s aight i’ll keep it to myself… long live the boognish: http://archive.org/details/Ween1994-10-18
    this news is all based on gener’s conversation w/ rolling stone right, and deaner wasn’t even aware of it, he was out fishin or makin spaghetti or something. i bet gener was just in a weird mood.. they’ll play together again in some form or fashion. fkme. buenos tardes amigos

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