Congratulations. You’ve done it again, you sneaky sons of bitches. What can I say? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me two more additional times and I take that as you feeling up my mother. How dare you think of what you have produced as acceptable? I’ll spare you the common argument of the Blue album being an amazing debut and Pinkerton being a landmark. Oh, what’s that Rivers? No body liked Pinkerton initially so you had to become some recluse like Howard Hughes? Boo-fucking-hoo. What good did that do for your craft?
You produced the Green album to which I hold a special, yet quite small, portion of my heart. Okay, fine. Then what? Maladroit? Whatever, you tripped again. Everyone gets back up eventually. Then you did it. You really gave your audience and fan’s a true slap to their coin purses; you produced Make Believe. Goddamn I have never been so furious ripping an album off of the web. What the fuck were you thinking?! Jesus Christ, one listen and it was off my iPod for good. I get cold sweats just thinking about listening to that black vortex of retardedness. I simply will not dive in to the Red Album. You all have ears and know why I’m pissed.
So, why did I listen to Raditude you ask? Because I hope, gang, I wish. I dream at some point you guys will drop all the self-consciousness and start making music that you were meant to make. Pull your foot from your fan base’s fruit bowl and start doing things right again. Until that time, fuck you Weezer. Fuck your new auditory torment and good luck catering your concerts to 12-year-old boys and girls who listened to this piece of shit while getting ready for a middle school mixer. Your music or anything for that matter is not worth its weight in used condoms. Oh and for those who want a review of this middle finger in your ass, here it is: The first song is fun, and there is a party song featuring Little Wayne. It sucks.