Weezer “Pacific Daydream”

Now that they’re headliners, there’s not much that a review like this can do to promote people to listen to it or to completely deter them from indulging in it. A hundred years after “Buddy Holly” the band is practically photocopying their utility bill and publishing it as this year’s manuscript. It’s impossible to even make it through the first half dozen tracks with the poor lyrical content, aimed at painting some sort of visual imagery, let alone get to the end of the album. The music is uninspired and flat, but the horrendous attempts at poetic appeal Rivers Cuomo still tries to pack into his delivery is cringeworthy. For anyone who’s dropped off the band since Pinkerton disappointed them horrendously after their debut, you can keep waiting for a train that just may never make it to the station.