Album Review: "The Red Album" by Weezer

(Had this sitting around on my computer for ages. Might as well throw it up here.)

Oh, Rivers Coumo. You're a world-famous rock star and you still stand behind the mic like you're self-consciously stalling until the REAL singer gets back from the bathroom. The only thing that keeps you there is sheer willpower.

But then that's your charm, and the charm of Weezer. These guys were nerdy before nerdy was chic, and it's reassuring to see that their sixteen years and millions in record sales haven't changed that much, even if, as this album suggests, the band is conducting some soul-searching and experimenting of their own.

The opening track "Troublemaker" is conventional enough: a youth-centered, adrenaline fueled thrill-ride centered around a kid declaring he's gonna be a rock star come fire, flood, parental disapproval or grounding. Five or ten years ago, this would have been a sure-fire radio hit and you would have heard boys and girls singing it in the locker rooms of high-schools all across the country. These days high-schoolers are usually too busy browsing myspace and listening to last.fm to care about what's on the radio, but it gets things off to an energetic start before the heavy stuff sets in. It's a song tailor made for and saved by Coumo's delicate but defiant vocal style, delivered as if he himself is desperate to believe he's actually telling the truth.
I know this album has been touted as "experimental" and a big example of why is song #2: "The Greatest Man that Ever Lived." This song is a self-conscious mix of styles which I am throughly too dull to even attempt to name. Just know there's a lot of them, and somehow, the song works anyway. It's a testament to how good of a hook-man Rivers really is.

Track number 3, "Pork and Beans" is a return to the theme of rebellion, and like Troublemaker it's a rabble rousing rock anthem given an almost desperate edge by Coumo's boisterous but frail character. It's catchy, it's fun, and it's already all over the radio. There is no escape.

Songs don't often give me goose-bumps and make me stop in my tracks, whatever I'm doing, to listen to it over and over again. Track 4, Heart Songs, did that. It's clear as a bell, slightly choral and plays like a hymn to a life lived in music. From the low-profile beginning to the revelation of a crescendo, I love every beautiful moment of this beautiful song.

Next up, "Everybody get dangerous." Again with the defiance, (yeah, get dangerous, fuck the system, yeah!) but with the twist this time that instead of writing about stuff he's done, instead Coumo is writing about stuff he hasn't done..... I think. He might never have tipped cows, but not much else is certain in this up-tempo, intense, very Weezer song. Wither it's real rebellion or vicarious imagination, the song is dark, wistful, and either a thrilling cautionary story or the fantasy of a good boy who sometimes wishes he were bad.

"Dreamin"' is a sonata. No really! It's got the four movements with the speed changes, the form, the up-tempo shifts, the slow dance movement, the quick finale...It's a friggin sonata as a rock song. Wether it's a good rock song, the answer is a resounding "maybe:" if you don't know what a sonata is, the song's shifts will seem random, maybe even disjointed. All in all it doesn't hold together as well as The Greatest Man that Ever Lived, but it makes my classical music loving geek happy, and it'll make you happy too if you're wondering how popular music format changes over the years. Or rather, how it does not.

Now things get tricky, because here something unprecedented has occurred.

Weezer has always contained two camps: one camp containing people named "Rivers Coumo" and one camp containing people NOT named Rivers Coumo. The Rivers make the rules. The Rivers write the songs, play lead, sing, and run the band. The Rivers is god. Don't question the Rivers.

Well the planets must have aligned somehow because holy crap, someone else let the Not-Rivers actually DO things! They are writing! They are singing! How it happened I don't know, but this is the kind of thing I love, because when creative people mix it up, that's when real magic can happen.

Brian Bell, second guitarist, is first to step up to the mic with "Thought I Knew," a cheesy little number with tightly constructed rhyming lyrics and a slight sci-fi folk-song flavor. It's inevitable that his voice will be compared to Rivers', so I'll just say Bell doesn't have that range, but as his voice scrapes the upper limits of his own register, he sounds both sardonic and heartfelt. It's not too challenging a song, but it's easy listening and there's a danger it'll get stuck in your head.
Definitely the most interesting song on the album comes from the bass player, Scott Shriner, and his "Cold Dark World." It's a blatantly romantic song, a man assuring a despairing but beautiful girl that he'll always be there for her, and here's the twist: the song is terrifying. The minor-key cords, the menacing bite the singer gives those sugar sweet lyrics (here Coumo's delicate voice wouldn't have fit) all add up to a rain-slicked horror movie of a song. It's like a glimpse inside the mind of a serial killer stalking his pray with his own sick kind of love, or it's from the woman's fear of strangers, but whatever it is, it's intense and dark and very, very cool.

After all that intensity it's nice to go back into outer space for another folk song for robots. Call me crazy but I like it. It's as mechanized as a robot, but it's a wistful robot with a beating heart and the slower, melodic pay-off is worth it. It's called "Automatic" and it features Patrick Wilson, Weezer's drummer sounding much more at-ease behind the mic then Rivers sounds banging away at the drum-kit. He sings like a singer and his voice has an echo of Coumo's in it's mix of rough and sweet.

Perhaps it's because my ears are attuned to the smaller soundscapes of the Not-Rivers, but when Coumo himself returns with the longing album closer "The Angel and the One," it's not him saying goodbye to a lady he can't stay around for. He gives the upper part of his range a work out as he begs the world not to leave, not to make him leave, and I could make an observation about fame in this time of two-minute attention spans...but I won't, because this lovely piece is so mellow. It's a fine send-off and a reminder that while the Not Rivers may be stretching their wings, there's a reason why this was his show for all those years.

There isn't a single bad song on this album: it's an incredibly varied collection and although it leaks some random parts, I'm awed by the creativity of the thing. As Weezer's forever awkward teenage nerds settle into their stable, comfortable adult lives and weather the music industry's turbulence on the cushion of their large fanbase, it's reassuring to know that just because you're an adult doesn't mean you can't keep dreaming.