I don’t know about you, but Weezer’s latest album bugged me a little bit. I’m all for a band expanding its musical horizons, but Raditude just was not Rivers and the crew. The band is an imposter of itself if that is possible. The album is good for what it is, a poppy, made for dance halls record, but it isn’t Weezer. Thankfully, Weezer only sprinkled a few of the new tacks into their hit laden set.
Weezer opened with the crunchy guitar number “Hash Pipe” and the place exploded. I thought this song was overplayed on the radio, I thought the joy it used to bring me had died, but the surrounding energy revived it and forced me to scream every word.
“Trouble Maker” followed that, piggy backed by “Undone (The Sweater Song).” I love this song. I don’t know what the world record is for largest sing along, but we had to come pretty close.
I couldn’t believe they played “Surf Wax America” next. Do you want to know why this song is great? Because it’s full-fledged rocking from start to finish. I still stand that this track has one of the most rocking outros in the history of song. The last 13 seconds are harder than the first three minutes. “Oh, I’m sorry, your personal rock quota wasn’t filled yet, here’s a super charged ending for you to linger on,” the band seemed to say.
Next, Weezer ran through “Trippin Down The Freeway,” one of the more tolerable Raditude tracks. I tuned out a little bit because it took way too long to set up. Cuomo brought out some solo artist named Julia Nunes to assist the band on ukulele, but she tuned the damned thing wrong. So she sang, and it wasn’t very good.
However, the show was revived when Brian Bell squeezed out the first few notes of “Perfect Situation.” Cuomo climbed up atop Pat Wilson’s severely raised drum platform and belted out the vocals, emphatically notifying the audience that, contrary to their looks, these guys are rock stars.
“Dope Nose,” “Say It Ain’t So,” and “Why Bother” in succession blew my mind. Unfortunately we had to leave. Rivers cued up “Can’t Stop Partying” and the consensus was that the band was going to begin playing Raditude songs, and nobody in my group wanted to hear that.
They wanted to see Jeff Beck. I’m not the biggest fan, but, when is the next time I’m going to have such a convenient opportunity to see one of the greatest guitar players to ever pluck a six-string.
I later learned that Weezer played “(If You’re Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To,” My Name Is Jonas,” “Beverly Hills,” “Hot For Teacher,” “Kids,” “Poker Face,” “Island In The Sun,” and “Buddy Holly” in a row. It was a terrible miscalculation, but such is life.