Like many fans, I have a complicated relationship with Weezer. As the less angsty, kind of nerdy answer to the deluge of sullen, mostly disingenuous alt-rock groups of the mid-'90s, Weezer mounted a distinct counterattack, concentrated more on fun tunes and charm than brooding and self loathing. Not that there's anything wrong with that, and I may be one of the decade's staunchest supporters, but Weezer were the breath of fresh air that offered respite when all that angst and darkness became suffocating. Which made it all the more disappointing when the '00s came around and Weezer became the textbook definition of "diminishing returns". Their second self-titled record (or "Green") was a valiant effort, but it was followed by the grumpy bro-rock of Maladroit , the wispy, meditative Make Believe , the scattered and disjointed "red" album, and the sad, desperate attempt at mainstream relevance that was Raditude . Needless to say, not a...