'Hurley,' Weezer

Weezer has hit rock bottom.

Saying “their old stuff was better” is such a cliché. But for Weezer, it applies.

For die-hard fans of The Blue Album and Pinkerton, Rivers Cuomo and company’s last few efforts have been painful. It’s the memories of those earlier records that keep fans coming back. And Weezer’s newest album, Hurley, is punishment.

The band has regressed both emotionally and lyrically. Weezer has somehow gone from champions of rock wit to cheesy pop-makers stuck in a moronic adolescence. Cringeworthy lyrics abound on Hurley.

“Where’s My Sex?” is as dumb as Pinkerton’s “Tired of Sex” is brilliant, trading the frustrated insights of the past for lines like “I can’t go out without my sex, it’s cold outside and my toes get wet.”

Cuomo once sang, “If I’m a dog then you’re a bitch.” If Weezer is a dog, the Old Yeller treatment should’ve happened long before Hurley.

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Seth Sommerfeld

Seth Sommerfeld is an intern with The Inlander. He attends Gonzaga University.