This is one of those albums that works more as an experiment than a piece of art... or an album. It has its moments, but nothing seems to fit together all too well, despite all of its interesting ideas and oddities. It's so close to good, but not quite there.
Here's where Ween officially became nothing more than glorified - albeit extremely talented and productive - stoners and stopped being a preeminent fixture of biting social criticism. Holding up a fun house mirror to society's bad decisions forced society to confront more surface area than on a standard mirror. When Ween stopped making bad music in favor of polished music, it not only lost its edge but also its bite. It stopped being Squidbillies and started being South Park.