Although the British media has failed to pick up on it as prominently as its American counterpart (perhaps because weezer aren't as relevant in Europe as in the states), it's clear that over the past decade weezer have become something of a joke. The band themselves haven't helped tackle this, given their last (woeful) album was called "Raditude" and had a flying dog on the cover (in fact, the cover of this album doesn't help matters either). Gradually losing a lot of the goodwill - garnered in response to the indisputably classic Blue Album and Pinkerton - with 5 albums worth of tracks ranging from merely above average power pop to dreadful embarrassments (most recently Beverly Hills, Can't Stop Partying, I'm Your Daddy, Cold Dark World etc...) the band hit a low point when Pitchfork media - the Mecca of the US indie music press - gave 2005's Make Believe 0.4 stars out of ten while claiming it was not only "just plain awful" but also retroactively ruined any enjoyment of even the bands first 2 brilliant albums.
While these comments were unfair, Make Beleive confirmed what the Green Album and Maladroit - almost entirely consisting of 2 1/2 minute songs with cookie cutter lyrics and power pop hooks - had suggested: that weezer was creatively defunct. Nothing about that album, and very little of Green and Maladroit, stood out as the product of an experienced band who had once defined a genre and inspired countless copy-cat acts (indeed, they barely managed to outdo the output of these very same copy-cats).
While Hurley isn't a return to form (as the band had, perhaps unfairly, hinted while publicising the album) it is successful at wiping the slate clean for fans. The inane hip hop/mainstream pop influences of Raditude are almost (more on that later) absent here, while the album has a level on energy that was only hinted on the Red Album/Raditude and entirely absent on the Green Album, Maladroit and Make Believe. While the great production may be in part responsible for this (I always felt the production of Green, Mala and Make Believe sapped the songs of any raw energy they might have had) it is obvious that Rivers has here adopted a more exciting method of song writing. While many of the old complaints still stand (the lyrics don't hold a candle to the clever/witty/authentic musings of Blue or Pinkerton; the song structure rarely shies away from the same basic formula) they are downplayed by the fact that the vast majority of these songs have very strong melodies and instrumentation and have strong thematic bearings. For the most part, you don't have to leave your brain at home to enjoy these tracks. While sticking largely to a pop/rock formula (hey, blue and Pinkerton didn't really stray from this either) there is a lot of variety on this album, which really makes it an engaging experience - in contrast to the Green album which largely repeated the same trick on every track.
Whereas every post-2001 album has had a number of good/great songs amongst a collection of average/bad songs, the opposite holds true for this album. The only stinker here is Where's My Sex? It's almost impossible to imagine anyone liking this forehead-slappingly silly song, and it's inclusion on the album is the equivalent of a comedian laughing at his own (bad) joke.
The good more than makes up for this, however. Memories is an enjoyable, nostalgic power pop anthem performed with enough gusto (thanks to a brilliant vocal performance by Rivers) to elevate it about its humble structure. Ruling Me is a much better example of the albums strength: the chorus really explodes out at the listener and would have the most hardened music fan singing along. There is something very human about its content and delivery - again something very much lacking in recent efforts.
While Trainwrecks would be better suited to a much younger band (in fact, the song seems far too self conscious of weezer's 'geek icon' status), its anthemic quality can't be ignored, although it may not be as appreciated by older fans. Unspoken, however, provides both a powerful punch with its great ending and a demonstration of the melodic quality of Rivers' song writing. This wouldn't have been out of place as a b-side to an early weezer single.
Ignoring Where's My Sex?, Run Away again demonstrates the strength of weezer's melodic capabilities and provides a welcome diversion from the modern day weezer formula (it has a very strong intro which returns during its bridge/conclusion, rather than relying on repeating the verse/chorus formula throughout the song). Hang On, meanwhile provides what should be the minimum standard for future weezer releases, with its powerful chorus being complimented with a beautiful verse and strong instrumentation. Smart Girl also sets a bench mark for future `fun' weezer songs, as it manages to walk a very fine line between novelty territory and funny, ironic song writing. It manages to succeed where Where's My Sex?(and pretty much all of Raditude) failed in providing an endearing, rather than annoying, example of simple rock hooks and "ooooh aaaah" crooning.
Finally, Brave New World and Time Flies are not only very strong tracks, but also show a more reflective side to Rivers song writing. Both linger on the theme of adapting to change and looking to the future with enthusiasm. They are a perfect finish to the album in this sense, especially considering this is the first album where weezer is independent of record company influence. What's more, neither relies on infectiously simple tunes/hooks. Both rely more on a strong theme and more complex melody than the rest of this album, and hopefully are a sign of things to come. In the past, one has to feel that these tracks would have been left of the album in place of more basic power pop tracks (for example, the brilliant and interesting tracks Miss Sweeney, Pig, Run Over by a Truck and Prettiest Girl in the Whole Wide World were all left off previous albums, while more generic songs made the cut). Perhaps this is a sign of weezer's newfound creative freedom. Indeed, the fact that so many quality songs were produced so soon after an album which seemed to confirm the creative death of weezer suggests this might be the case. More than anything, these final tracks, and the album as a whole, mean that weezer can once again be taken seriously as a band. This isn't a re-creation of the Blue Album or Pinkerton. Instead it is a new path for the band which, while I can't foresee producing anything more than strong poppy rock music, I will once more follow with interest and hope.