From the pounding, primal assault of the opening track, "Tired of Sex," it's clear from the outset that
Pinkerton is a different record than the sunny, heavy guitar pop of
Weezer's eponymous debut. The first noticeable difference is the darker, messier sound -- the guitars rage and squeal, the beats are brutal and visceral, the vocals are mixed to the front, filled with overlapping, off-the-cuff backing vocals. In short, it sounds like the work of a live band, which makes it all the more ironic that
Pinkerton, at its core, is a singer/songwriter record, representing
Rivers Cuomo's bid for respectability.
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