The 29-track debut from faux-bros Gene and Dean Ween debases the history of popular music into a nasty lo-fi scuzz while deifying its most outrageous excesses. No archetype is spared their absurdist attack: The rap-rock raunch of “Old Queen Cole” channels the early Beastie Boys at their most boorish; “Old Man Thunder” skewers Bob Seger in a 19-second micro-satire of “Night Moves.” But on the nine-minute Prince pastiche “L.M.L.Y.P.,” Ween’s approach to idolatry strikes the perfect balance of sacred and profane.