Don't seek the blood from the panther

Moving right along...from the aphoristically-minded Fripp to the equally meditative "brothers" Ween. This is about as perfect a send-up of proggish lyrical muck as you're likely to find, made all the more fun because it comes from a place of genuine affection. It's awfully bonged-out, but it wisely reminds you how necessary it often is to embrace both love and cringing mockery of a musical style at the same time. Somehow, both impulses feel richer in tandem. I'd say a fair bit of SB's aesthetic these days is a result of that dual consciousness. Mang.

Ween - The Stallion, Pt. 3