“El Scorcho” by Weezer

When one thinks of Weezer, they no doubt think about that little jaunty number in relation to a sweater, which no doubt served as a metaphor of some sort. With a song of this variety, one really does wish that less people knew of Green Day. It is a song like this that makes clear in a great many ways that bands such as Pavement really serve no purpose, as Weezer has better solos and superior vocals, and on this particular cut the lyrics are even smarmier. It is frightening to realize just what Rivers Cuomo could accomplish if he wasn’t such a sap with terrible mainstream taste in music, but as frustrating as recent Weezer output has been on the whole, when he truly wants to, Rivers Cuomo can cook up some rather iconic and impressive Rock.

I will say that other singles don’t define the group nearly as accurately, sure, cuts like “Dope Nose” surprise with the intricate guitar bits and “Say It Ain’t So” is so frighteningly close to birthing the late ‘90’s and early 2000’s sensation that was EMO that it’s almost scary, but the song is saved by a radical guitar lead smack dab in the middle. The lyrics on “El Scorcho” are very quotable, and heaven knows why this record and it’s singles failed so violently, but perhaps the 1996 Pop Culture realm wasn’t ready for something so ambitious in scope that was yet so utterly simple, who knows. New Weezer material is on the horizon as well, so the legacy has yet to be written even though most say: Yeah, the first couple of records were cool but then they really started to suck pretty hard, and maybe only like a couple of songs from the Green Album were cool but shit started to really suck after that, and especially with that Make Believe shit. Later, dude.

Anyway, I am not cynical in terms of the Weez, and let that legacy remain unwritten until the time is appropriate. Here is the vastly strange and emotional horn-dog epic that is El FUCKING Scorcho…