Ween - La Cucaracha

Belvedere Jehosophat - Sunday, 20 January 2008 - Print Version

La Cucaracha is the brown-sounding album that Deaner promised quebec would be all those years ago. It's hard to tell whether Ween are sounding more manic than usual (or at least since Chocolate and Cheese) or whether it just seems like that because La Cucaracha, in terms of production, lacks the sheen of their previous few records.

Whichever way and for whatever reason, La Cucaracha is a diverse record, and one in which Ween hops between genres with their usual astounding ease. The woozy reggae of "The Fruit Man" comes instantly to mind, as does the weird bluegrass-ish "Learnin' to Love." The former, though perhaps this is a contentious statement, is the best song on the album.
It's safe to say that the strength of the record is in its eclectic nature. And it should come as no surprise, then, to find, saddled between the mawkish lullaby "Lullaby" and the lounge-pop "Your Party" (complete with cheesy sax), a ten-minute plus prog-rock guitar-solo freak-fest called "Woman and Man," whose trippy, new-age lyrics are a little reminiscent of that "Origin of Love" song from the Hediwg and the Angry Inch soundtrack.

There are a few weaker tracks on this album. "Friends," a dance song, made more tolerable because of a pretty vocal melody, probably could have stayed on The Friends EP, re-mixed or otherwise. Also, the first track, the instrumental, "Fiesta," seems more a statement of purpose, designed to herald in the "party record" that Deaner promised, than a song that you would actively sit down and make a point of listening to. These aren't missteps, however, or at least I'm not willing to declare them such, as it might be that, like a few of the other songs on La Cucaracha, they, with a bit more time and a few more listens, will come to find their place on the album.

Ultimately, La Cucaracha takes a little getting used to, particularly if you really came to appreciate the direction that the band took with White Pepper and quebec. However, with an open mind you'll find that La Cucaracha is not only a worthy, albeit dissimilar, successor to those two records, it's also another exciting chapter in the career of what is easily one of the world's best bands. No, hyperbole!

Being that most places are asking for just over twenty poems for this CD, you really can't go wrong. Enjoy, mang. Oh, and the Deaner-sung "Sweetheart in the Summer" is as sweet a song as anything else Ween has written.

woman and man

i hope that what i have written will be of some assistance

Belvedere Jehosophat

 

Punch the button and keep a fresh and up-to-date eyeball on our latest reviews, articles and filthy somesuch. Does not hit back.

Or simply subscribe via email:

 

Articles and essays

Red Riding Trilogy
This is an attempt to understand the newish British television series Red Riding. Due to the regional accents, the muttering, the byzantine plot, and that British inability to provide subtitles, I am writing a detailed synopsis to get my head around this excellent television show. In short, it is nothing but spoilers, spoilers, spoilers...
Kitchen Antics - Chicken in Faux Ragoƻt
Ladder of flavour? A few rungs above bland. This can be constructed & delivered in less than 30 minutes, depending on your aptitude with a knife.
Lassitude abandons the Throwing Knives
Down on the chamber pot, the percolating smells brew up quite the nasal fest. From the wafting fumes, the air solidifies partial sweaty rock and musty punk, a taste hinting at delicious pockets of after-aftertaste, and the not so floral punch of an undone music interview leaves the tongue wanting something else.

Every detail makes the story worth following somewhere. Cooking up microfiction and life lessons as we review film, music, books, theatre and other aspects of culture.
It's all intrigue and conspiracy.

Copyright 2002-2010 The Wax Conspiracy

 

 

Nipple protection from the elements?
Armpit hair needs a lair?
Bellybutton catching too many flies?

Then grab this comfy chest covering and other kinds of T-shirts at The Wax Sweatshop.

id=ufo