Just back from being the latest meme with their joke-too-far ‘Weezer (Teal Album)’, a record of popular covers built on the surprise success of the band’s take on Toto‘s hit ‘Africa’, Weezer are back again.
In usual fashion, their thirteenth effort gets the colour-title treatment, this effort named ‘Weezer (Black Album)’, yet, nothing here is dark in the slightest, just plain goofy.
Yet, for all of its good intentions and willingness to play on different elements, the record unfortunately isn’t one of the group’s strongest efforts. Pop-rock meets overly-experimental, solid hooks aligned with some truly awful lyrics, and the majority of moments that give it hope are just dampened by seemingly weaker ones.
The bouncy, Latin-like intro ‘Can’t Knock The Hustle’ sets the mood for the record – being pretty jarring from the off, and by the end of its three minute run-time feels hugely repetitive and tacky – and that’s pretty much how things continue.
The midlife-crisis of ‘Too Many Thoughts In My Head’ is a mess with its cringe-inducing lines of “Comb my hair like I’m a gangster”, “I’m so high on cookies it’s insane”, or even River Cuomo‘s horrendous quasi-rapping towards the song’s end. Shockingly, the rap’s not a one-off either, as the later-following trap-rock ‘California Snow’ shows, which, yes, is every bit as bad as it sounds. At this point in their career, are Weezer not just the alternative scene’s Weird Al Yankovic?
While lyrically ‘I’m Just Being Honest’ is typically tongue-in-cheek, it’s musically one of the better moments with a nicely early 2000s pop-rock tinge, but again, the lyrics throughout are consistently weird and out of place. Where things get better are tracks like ‘The Prince Who Wanted Everything’, littered with undeniably catchy “do do do do”s, harnessing the whimsy in a less corny manner than other tracks, while the piano-ballad ‘High As A Kite’ gets an Elton John style treatment to produce a solid Weezer number.
‘Weezer (Black Album)’ does feel very much like ‘yer da’ playing rock star across ten tracks, but that’s nothing new on the Weezer front. Nonetheless, the record is inherently inconsistent, full of bad lyrics and weak songs that’s paramount in comparison to the smidgen of goodness here. ‘Weezer (Black Album)’ feels like a sinking ship that doubles-up as a rollercoaster – it’s a bit of a wreck, but simultaneously, weirdly fun as you go down into inane depravity.
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