Instead, modernity crashes the party with the glossy stomp of Living in LA, before the band swing back to the 60s again on Piece of Cake. The "classic" Weezer sound gets a look-in on the great I'm Just Being Honest, while not even the cringey, sex scene lyrics of Byzantine can cause its chirpy, ornate 60s pop to flop.
Cuomo's knack for a get-stuck-in-your-brain melody remains as strong as ever throughout, and once you get over any knee-jerk resistance and sort through the few duds, there's a lot to like here. It's certainly much better than first impressions suggest and, as with most Weezer, once you've spun it a few times the songs will make themselves quite at home in your head.
If anything, The Black Album sounds like Weezer couldn't work out whether they wanted to make an album inspired by experimental, psychedelic-pop classics like Pet Sounds and Sgt Pepper's or if they wanted to make a contemporary sounding, big-pop record like Beck's Colors that buries identity behind modern production. Instead of deciding, they decided to do both.
Artist: Weezer
Album: The Black Album
Label: Warners
Verdict: Despite not knowing what direction to head in Weezer end up in a good place