With it's frantic, contagious, repetitive, declaration of how good it tastes on the bun, I find myself mulling it over...only to reach the inevitable conclusion that...."FUCKIN' A.... IT DOES!"
A well - oiled machine of a song, the musicianship of this melody cannot be denied as you are guided through the gears and hisses of the Ween apparatus .
Firstly....If you've never seen Ween live, this (and the Live in Chicago DVD) are the best places to start.
Second, why the fuck haven't haven't you seen this band live yet? they have only been around for 25 years or more! It's not like you haven't had the opportunity you bunch of slacky little waifs! Unthinkable!
Oh and finally.....this song rates way up there in my "live Moments" catagory. Just another example of how versitile Ween is . The lyrics (dark,edge of sanity, bonafide genious), the musical composition (a rollercoaster ride of oddly creepy/happy xylophone , drums that trudge away, intentionally inspiring the robotic depression that is day to day human existence). Uh...yeah...GOODNESS!!!
O.K. so, I think there is a reason this band is called Ween...you have to guide the teet to the hungry little ears with care and understanding. After all, most of us have been poisoned with the constant force feeding of pre-teen girl pop. We didn't know any better. Therefore, we must be slowly introduced to something with a little more substance. Now, I know it's hard to let go of the pre-packaged boobie and start suckling something with less sugar but, you know, and I know, it's so much better for you in the long run, hun.
And so, this is my "WEEN FOR THE MASSES"! Not to mention a fucking great song , complete with Gener's bulging eyeballs practically serenading us! Fuck...Spongebob likes it? How could it be wrong?
This one was never officially released, but directly emerged as one of many live Ween fan faves.
What's most surprising is that it's an outtake from The Mollusk, not from 12 Golden Country Greats, the country album Ween recorded a year prior with Nashville session players. Even without the southern drawl and barroom piano,"Booze Me Up and Get Me High" has all the makings of a country anthem, fit for an arena with lighters blazing. It also makes you very, very thirsty.
Now, this song has some real, personal meaning to me. I was pregnant the first time I heard this.... and it made me cry my fat, fucking eyes out...then, about ten minutes later, I laughed so hard I cried again. I then spent the rest of my pregnancy doing a stupid dance to this ditty and it always made me feel better. That's hormones for ya!