This early project by the wierd Ween brothers smashes all preconceptions about the construction of an American rock album. There are about 25 songs and each one marks a formidable change in style and energy from the previous one. This is beyond avant-gard- it is experimental music that annihilates all melody-harmony-rhythm conventions. Well, there are a few pretty little songs on here, like "Don't laugh, I Love You" but they infuse it with such awesome lyrics like "Ernest Hemingway will always be there for me, but now, Ernest Hemingway is dead, now..." and "...if you locked me in the sun, tinkle-tinkle I, WOULD, RUN..." In these 25 songs, there are about a thousand points of shocking, lyric madness which illuminate, disturb, and uplift, by turns. Ween IS the best band out there right now, and their best tracks ever exist on GOD, WEEN, SATAN. "Birthday Boy", "Fat Lenny", "Bumblebee", "Marbletulipjuicytree". All Ween, all perfect sinning frivolity, WEEN IS ALL.