Pinkerton

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

As the above fans are indicating with their salutes to the devil and their hedonistic ⁼W⁼ symbols, Weezer rocks. I love Weezer, and I've never met a Weezer album I didn't like, and Pinkerton is probably my favorite. Hell, if "Buddy Holly" and "My Name is Jonas" were on this album, I'd say it was the best album I've ever heard. But they're not, so this isn't the best album ever, but it's sure as hell in the running as far as I'm concerned. It starts off with two of the hard-rockingest Weezer songs ever: "Tired of Sex" and "Getchoo." The first of witch has lead singer River Coumo lamenting his superficial loves with desperate wailing and the second of which has the best hooks this side of a drum machine. Speaking of which, I fully realize that out of the two people reading this, half are angry hardcore punks who think Weezer is way too pop to be worthy of anything but snide remarks like these:

Tiffany Pop: "Wow, have you seen the new video from Weezer. Jenkies!!! They rock my face hard!"

Artistic Artemis or whatever the hell he/calls himself: [sarcastically] "Yeah, it's good.........GOOD FOR ME TO POOP ON!" [editor's note: I'm not actually enough of a child molestor to think of something mean to actually say about Weezer, but I imagine our indie friend would say something that sounds eqeually stupid when not coming from a puppet.]

To which I say, "Shut the hell up." Weezer were emo before such a euphamism existed. And no I don't know what euphamisnm means or how it's spelled, but you catch my meaning, no?

Anyways this album is awsome. If you kind of like Weezer, but you did tire of the somewhat (read: highly) repetive nature of the green album, then this should be more to your liking. Just imagine if your favorite underground band knew how to write music. They would either sound like Weezer on this album or like Slayer.