Buenas Tardes Amigo - Ween (1994)
Ladies and gentlemen, this is my generations' Zappa. For every silly little ditty Ween wrote about pedophiles, pork rolls and poop, there is a guaranteed mind-blower like today's song. Released as an album track on one of the best albums of the 90's, it tells the story of a brother's revenge that might not be for the right reasons. Listening to this song is watching a Spaghetti Western in your mind: No visuals are needed. The guitar solo that becomes the middle break is one of the creepiest you will ever hear in your life: ragged, howling and possibly crazy, much like our narrator. Ween would go from amateur darlings into full fledged album brilliance in their storied career. This is where the professionalism and talent took over for the jokes. They never let go of their novelty side, but they made sure that each subsequent masterpiece was littered with brilliance of this caliber.
What more can you ask from a band?
Not a whole lot.
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