In a departure from what Weezer did with their last two albums, "Pacific Daydream" shows that they've decided once again to try to court the top 40 crowd. While opener “Mexican Fender” is packed with nods to seventies-style rock, the majority of this album plays like a better-constructed, more well-rounded answer to their 2009 pop offering, “Raditude.”
This record is dangerously self-aware and somewhat pretentious, but quite fun. “Happy Hour” is slick but also a hit waiting to happen. Like Beck’s “Colors,” this should have been a summer record. October is a strange choice for a collection this sunny.
Although this album is a potential mine-field rife with attempts of accidental self-sabotage, it works. Is this a radically polarizing record? Yes. Will most die-hard Weezer fans understand this record? Probably not. It’s Cuomo’s answer to a modern pop record and against pretty much all odds, it actually succeeds on a very basic level.
“Mexican Fender” This is more than just the biggest keeper of the set -- it' one of the best songs that Weezer has made this decade. At first, it will remind the Weezer fans of their groan-worthy hit “Beverly Hills,” but with repeated listens it just gets more and more indelible.
“Happy Hour” It is full of cliché lyrics about working hard and surviving difficult days at work, but somewhere between its dance beat and its oddball, random cultural references, this song really clicks.
“Get Right” This song starts off quietly and blossoms into a subtly anthemic number with a decent amount of fortitude. On repeat, this song blooms.
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