DGC Records, 1996

REVIEW BY: Sean McCarthy


When I got the promo for this, I gave a dull shudder when I saw Weezer's new album, Pinkerton, was self produced. The band's debut album was geek rock at its finest. Funny, self depreciating lyrics about rejection and air guitaring to old Kiss albums along with some damn nice hooks made Weezer a way better than average release in the middle of the Alternative boom - see also Gin Blossoms, Better Than Ezra and Stone Temple Pilots.

The biggest thing going for the band was the producer, ex-Cars maestro, Ric Ocasek. He gave the songs on the first album the head-bobbing punch that made it such a blast. Unfortunately with my_heart_sings_the_harmony_web_ad_alt_250 Pinkerton, that punch is now a forgettable brush of the shoulder.

It had promise. The funky, boppy bass line intro of "Tired Of Sex" immediately stuck in my head. Unfortunately, the noisy, surprisingly weak guitar duo of Brian Bell and Rivers Cuomo didn't back up the simple beat.

It goes down from there. I opened my eyes in amazement when I discovered three tracks had vanished from the opening song. "Getchoo," "No Other Name" and "Why Bother." Why bother indeed; the guitars and the almost annoyingly whiney voice of Cuomo seemed to just sort of ooze into a three-song soup full of weak guitar riffs and droning vocals.

Weezer still can surprise you. Just when I was about to hit stop, "The Good Life" comes on. It has probably the only real great guitar riff on the album. The "da na na na na" riff is reminiscent to Bruce Springsteen's "Fire." It truely rocks.

Unfortunately, it goes downhill from there. "Pink Triangle" is a funny little ditty. They even were innovative enough to use a triangle in the song. The lyrics are the usually self-depreciating lot: "We were good as married in my mind, but married in my mind's no good." But it doesn't live up to what the song should sound like. Sorry, a song about rejection by a lesbian shouldn't sound so limp.

Ah, guys, I'm sorry. I just hope for the next album you can get a decent producer. There's definitely potential for the band. Their first album had that great "Friday's payday, lets get a couple of sixers and a pizza" sort of feel. The first time I listened to it, my roommates and I made a beer fort outside of our rental house when it snowed 12 inches. Though I'm more refined in my taste, it was bliss listenin' to Weezer, pulling out cold bottles of Budweiser every 20 minutes from outside and making a killer shrimp dip. Unfortuately, Pinkerton hasn't the same appeal. Its appeal is about as pleasing as a flat bottle of Bud Ice and cold Domino's pizza.

Rating: D+

User Rating: A



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