Album Review: Weezer - Pacific Daydream
Being a Weezer fan is to also be a glutton for punishment. It's frustrating (and equally fascinating) to watch this band, especially Rivers Cuomo, a man who has a knack for melody and yet writes lyrics as if he were still 16. He's the captain of a ship that never finds its course but arrives at its destination by sheer accident. After two stellar comeback albums Weezer seems to be falling into old habits, releasing material at a furious pace without any sort of quality control or thoughtful consideration. Pacific Daydream isn't a total misfire but it's also a dent in the armor the band has worked to rebuild over the last few years. The first half of this record is all over the place. "Mexican Fender" and "Weekend Woman" manage to stand above the rest, thanks to a catchy chorus and a consistent momentum. "Feels Like Summer" still doesn't do much for me, and "Beach Boys" never reaches the greatness its namesake implies. T...