To get it out of the way, right away, if you're not already a fan of Ween's music, for god's sake, don't get this album. You're probably going to absolutely hate it, and should start out with some of their easier-to-get into fare such as Chocolate and Cheese.
That said, those who already know what Ween is all about are in for a real doozy with this one. Recorded on an old four-track recorder in their apartment (nicknamed The Pod by them), The Pod is probably Ween's most challenging work to date. Nothing comes even close to this album's pure, spaced-out weirdness except maybe their debut GodWeenSatan.
Even with that album as a frame of reference, GodWeenSatan never got as weird as this. The Pod is pure, stoned-out, fuzzy, lo-fi genius, as track after track yield exceptional results. There's the faux-blues of "Strap on That Jammypac," the hardcore metal sludge of "The Stallion pt. 1" (quoted in this review's title), the Led Zeppelin parody "Right to the Ways and the Rules of the World," the 60s brit-pop of "Pork Roll Egg and Cheese," the stoned-out skit "Pollo Asado," and so on and so forth. There's way too many moments of brilliance to list here.
Yes, the album is hard to listen to, and is peppered with absolutely bizarre sonic experiments such as the uncategorizable "Molly" that tend to knock you for a loop. However, if you give it some time and effort, The Pod is perhaps one of Ween's most rewarding albums, and is perhaps my favorite next to their equally brilliant debut.