Lástima lo que le hacen Falling For You, Butterfly y quizás El Scorcho a un disco donde ocurren cosas como enamorarse platonicamente de una lesbiana, soñar con conocer a tu fan japonesa a la que le dedicas una canción en la que le dices que fantaseas con si se masturba o no (“I've got your letter, you've got my song” es una frase tan simple como efectiva para que se vea inocente y no te denuncien), ensuciar tu sonido hasta lo máximo que eres capaz mientras cantas al hastío del sexo y te pasas todo el disco buscando a “la ideal” (que obviamente no aparece), soltar una cantidad de ganchos pop inasumible mientras saqueas sin piedad a los Pixies, recordarte… More
Saw some Pinkerton discourse on the TL so I had to revisit this stone cold CLASSIC. Went platinum in my CD player in high school forsuuure. I get why people don't like Rivers though. This shit is more honesty from a nerd than the world ever asked for. Like a diary you wouldn't want to read back to yourself and yet this motherfucker threw it on wax?? A god for over sharers everywhere. Just a stunning feat of shamelessness. Tapped into the human condition type shit. But yeah if I saw his asthmatic ass in the hallway I'd probably toss that bitch into a locker too. Anyway, 10/10, top 5 contender, formative, best Weezer album, etc.