It always seemed like Ween was deliberately odd and thrived in producing material that had an Andy Kaufamnesque quality to it.  Their ironic songs gained them fans who reveled in the joking atmosphere and the seemingly self contained world that Ween created.  They never really got past the Underground scene but it is doubtful that they wanted to try to be anything remotely mainstream anyway.  This is not exactly a Hall of Fame resume, but they likely don’t care, and neither would their fans, of which they developed a more loyal following than more than half of the bands who actually got into the Rock and Roll Hall.

In most circles, Jazz is one of the most respected styles of music, so it would stand to reason that a fusion of Jazz and Rock would yield respect and success in the industry. In the case of Blood, Sweat & Tears it did not quite work out that way.