
In this week's Bumbershoot Guide, I run down the sad, slow decline of lovable "nerd" rockers Weezer:
The problem with Pinkerton was that it sort of flopped at the time. Critical reception was cool or at least mixed, and commercially it failed to perform nearly as well as its predecessor. What many bands might have chalked up to archetypal sophomore slump and taken in stride, Weezer, or at least Cuomo, took hard. So hard that he returned to his studies at Harvard and put the band on indefinite hiatus. He denounced the album, calling it "a hideous record... a hugely painful mistake that happened in front of hundreds of thousands of people."
(Read and comment on the whole thing HERE.)
There wasn't room to explore this in the article, but there is another common theory of what, beyond Cuomo's butthurt, went wrong with Weezer after Pinkerton: The departure of bassist Matt Sharp. The year before Pinkerton came out, Sharp had enjoyed some success with his analog synth-loaded side-project the Rentals and their debut The Return of the Rentals; in 1998, with Weezer effectively on indefinite hold, Sharp left the band presumably to focus on the Rentals.
The theory goes that Sharp must have exerted a much needed check on Cuomo's cornier impulses, that beyond playing bass he might have functioned as something like the band's internal editor. This is all conjecture, but it would seem supported by the fact that, after parting ways, Sharp went on to release another outstanding if underrated album with the Rentals, the sprawling European sadsacking trip Seven More Minutes, while Weezer came back with the power-pop-by-numbers of the "Green Album" and then worse.
Ironically, after Seven More Minutes, like Pinkerton and the "Blue Album," failed to live up commercially to the Rentals' debut, Sharp also dropped out of the public eye (so much so that for years while I was in college, there was a website called "Where's Matt Sharp?" dedicated to tracking him in his hermitage). Sharp recently rebuilt the Rentals to tour and record some new music, and while the live shows were great, the new songs weren't much to write home about. But at the worst the new songs were merely ho-hum; they were never, ever so embarrassing as "Beverly Hills." That's the kind of pop genius you get when your internal editor/bassist is an ex-Marine goon in a utilikilt. Ugh.
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