Going from funk to rock to jazz and back again, the first album from Dean Ween's eponymous solo project is a fun listen. Genre-hopping all over the AM radio dial, any song on The Deaner Album sounds like it could be a mainstream, decades-old hit — until you listen to the lyrics.
The gleeful, stream-of-consciousness doggerel is nothing new to Ween, (the individual or the other, also eponymous band), but defies any search for deeper meaning. The simplistic, repetitive lyrics and the booty-shaking beats of this album camouflage the complex and layered melodies. This is music for alt-funk nerds to dance to in their rooms, which is a heart-warming thought, if not a pretty picture.
(ATO Records)The gleeful, stream-of-consciousness doggerel is nothing new to Ween, (the individual or the other, also eponymous band), but defies any search for deeper meaning. The simplistic, repetitive lyrics and the booty-shaking beats of this album camouflage the complex and layered melodies. This is music for alt-funk nerds to dance to in their rooms, which is a heart-warming thought, if not a pretty picture.
