Pa­cific Day­dream

Classic Rock - - The Hard Stuff Albums - Johnny sharp

Pro­lific in­die-rock vets keep the odd­ball bangers com­ing.

There’s an early run of three songs on this, Weezer’s eleventh stu­dio al­bum, ti­tled Beach Boys, Feels Like Sum­mer and Happy Hour. That gives you some idea of the es­capist power-pop rush this al­bum is aim­ing for, and it is achieved thanks to soar­ing falsetto cho­ruses and in­sis­tent, up­beat grooves, while ref­er­ences to Ste­vie Ray Vaughan and Monty Python add to the sense of a band shame­lessly wal­low­ing in nos­tal­gia in the same ir­re­sistible way they did on their 2014 stom­per Back To The Shack.

The breeze-block FM rock riffs on Mex­i­can Fender al­most sound like a par­ody, but they work just as well now as they did for The Cars, Cheap Trick or any of Weezer’s mu­si­cal an­tecedents. But it’s the ever-present hint of neu­ro­sis in Rivers Cuomo’s voice and vaguely bi-po­lar lyrics (thank­fully not pro­duced us­ing the cut-up tech­nique he em­ployed for last year’s self­ti­tled re­lease) that give this band their peren­nial edge of strange­ness, and reaf­firm Weezer’s unique place in Amer­i­can rock fans’ af­fec­tions.

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