After a decade of albums that tested the faith of the faithful, along comes Hurley, which sounds exactly as a Weezer record should: all crunchy riffs and “humorous” lyrics.
It practically pleads for forgiveness and those who loved the band in the 1990s may find that in their hearts. With his Harvard education and trademark specs, it’s always been difficult to tell whether Rivers Cuomo’s band make clever rock for stupid people or vice versa. Hurley provides the answer. It’s the latter. This may be the album to open their eyes.