Ween - "Don't Laugh (I Love You)"

This seminal composition from our brothers Gean and Dene (and I clearly mean "brothers" in the way African Americans use the term) may very well be their most honest and loving. Haha, did I just say "seminal composition"?

And when the sun, it turns to snow
And the grass doesn't grow
Don't laugh, I love you

Of course, it's never explicitly stated who's on the receiving end of this love, and knowing the unpredictable nature of Ween, they may very well be singing to a faucet hose. However, considering the raw beauty of this harmony duet between the two band members, I'd like to think of it as a heartwarming ode between Dean and Gene; God only knows how frighteningly close they must be. Of course, in typical Ween fashion, the boys throw in a sub-plot about Ernest Hemingway, who is most certainly dead as a doornail.

While "The Mollusk" shall remain my favorite, I would point to the band's debut "GodWeenSatan: The Oneness" as perhaps the fullest realization of the Ween vision: 26 tracks of spontaneity, bung-hole humor and a hilarious lack of any production aesthetics whatsoever! Indeed, the album is a classic in its own right, remaining engaging, powerful and irresistable for all 71 minutes. However, "Don't Laugh (I Love You)" is undeniably the highlight - sandwiched in between the semi-listenable screamings of "Bumblebee" and the slezy, unsettling vibe of "Never Squeal", it once again demonstrates that mind-bending variety, always threatening to dissolve into chaos at any moment.

But "Don't Laugh" is balls-out catchy. Musically simple and built on a drum track so fake my dog could chew it up. The chorus of "nu-nu-nu-nu-nu" is also tingles my spine with pure beauty.

And yet, the song ends with the voice of satan swallowing the listener whole. I'd be terrified to discover where these sounds come from, which goes something like:

Guehgenb! Tuintississssiss! YImeeyyy!

Two minutes, forty-nine seconds of twisted pop bliss. Purchase the store at your local Weenery today! Better yet, just jump downstairs to your Ween Cellar. Like a fine Ween, it gets better with age. Hi, my name is Amy Weenhouse and I suck! Here's a terrible cover of the song by some band called Backflap. It's awful: