Listen to the pseudo-industrial snare hits on Molly. Theres a layer of (pick one) sludgy/fuzzy/murky grime here that runs deeper than tempos and performances it pervades the timbres and textures, especially in the mid-album stretch from ∽emon Sweat to She Fucks Me, and its a sense of sluggishness lodged into the recording techniques themselves.
Carrying over 76 unrelenting minutes of lo-fi slime (making it more than double the length of 12 Golden Country Greats), The Pod is the quintessential difficult album. Or simply slow (online critic Mark Prindle styles it sloooooooooooooooooooow to get the point across). Track the adjectives that pop up again and again. If youve clicked this far, youve probably already read them. Quick: skim a few reviews of Ween’s The Pod.
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