“I’ve got my hash pipe.”
“Beverly Hills. That’s where I want to be!”
“I don’t give a hoot about what you think.”
How does a band degrade so quickly from two epic offerings of The Blue Album and Pinkerton into the subsequent six albums? Cuomo distanced himself from Pinkerton as if it were a red-headed stepchild. He and the rest of the band then proceeded to churn out albums bordering on pathetic and rife with some of the worst lyrics (see examples above) to hit rock radio stations in my lifetime. Naturally, I was a bit apprehensive as I took on Everything Will Be Alright In The End, expecting to get my hopes up high, only for them to come crashing down in spectacular fashion.
… But that wasn’t to be. The ninth offering from the Los Angeles crew features the song composition and passion of Pinkerton laced with the poppy hooks of The Blue Album sprinkled with some new, albeit reasonable progressions. This doesn’t come out of nowhere; on “Back To The Shack,” Rivers sings “Take me back… to the days with the lightning strap,” paying homage to the fun-filled music videos of their debut album. “Ain’t Got Nobody” and “Lonely Girl” are further displays that adapting into something they’re not was a horrendous idea as they can make simple, straightforward music that is exactly what the fans wanted since 1997, when Weezer took a brief hiatus and shook the band up in both lineup and sound.
EWBAITE doesn’t dwell solely on the past, however, as they take on some new sounds as well. The final three tracks, partitioned by lower-case Roman numerals, features experimenting with lengthy solos and piano that I swear is (strangely) ripping off The Office’s theme song. “Go Away” is practically a duet, and a successful one at that, featuring Bethany Cosentino from Best Coast. Even the standard Weezer-y guitar fuzz and cadence can switch gears successfully as it does on “I’ve Had It Up To Here”, a peppier, modern rock track.
This album can be reduced to a simple sentence: A proper, long-awaited return to form. I kept going back to the Weezer-well, album after new album, only to be disappointed. Finally, though, Weezer hits it, succeeds with making an album at what they do best: Catchy, power-pop, garage rock. On “Foolish Father,” Cuomo’s cronies croon “Everything will be alright… In the end,” and indeed, it is. But let’s just hope they have a few more good ones left in them.