Weezer Unleashes a Royal Romp

Rivers Cuomo nay not be on anybody's short list of soothing singer but for the balance of "King Of The World" he says things which make you want to melt effortlessly in his arms. The fantasy angle gloms onto your heart. It's hard to resist any way you slice it. The song itself grows broader in scope as the notes multiply. Furthermore, Rivers' sense of romantic location couldn't get any sharper. Who wouldn't want to seek out the Galapagos Islands as a home base. In science circles that's essentially the cradle of creation, a nature-kissed sweet spot. The instruments aren't timid whatsoever. After all if Rivers wants to play king he's got to have body to his regal accompaniment. Patrick Wilson batters his skins as if they whispered something derogatory to him. Scott Shriner's bass underlies the gravitas pumping along from first stanza to last. Rivers never lets us forgot his heart's in the right place. He's aware constantly glancing horror story headlines on the CVS rack can be a bottom of the barrel downer so he suggests to his companion what the prime platform for his reign as king would be. Tears are an optional outpouring of emotion. Imagine that. On a planet where tears outnumber smiles Rivers actually presents a no-crying license to us. You get off on the slight octave raises because they echo the heights of ecstasy Rivers, or King-Elect Rivers wants us to experience. The drums lead the procession aptly. The guitar work of Brian Bell ups the excitement ante further. Whatever smog laden metropolis you come from "King Of The World" acts as an immaculate diversion. This effort isn't living in denial about global pain. Rather it seeks to squeeze light from darkness. What an admirable aim. Anybody out there not saddled with the hideous aftermath of an auto, plane, or train crash recently. Your local newspaper sponsored by Weed Corley-Fish Funeral Home. Any sign of inspirational doings gets shoved into the cargo hold section of the airplane. Rivers knows the toll rises violently by the hour. Weezer could have stopped at "Hash Pipe", legacy secure, catalog impeccable. However the mere fact that Rivers has been one of only two constant band members (Patrick Wilson being the other) since its 1992 inception tells you Rivers loves the trade he's toiling over. In the video, you get a solid appreciation for his whimsical side. You also understand why it's not a great idea to jostle the papers of a man in uniform, even if the dude strikes you as a Paul Blart mall cop type. "King Of The World" rules with a lovably benign scepter. It goes well alongside Weezer's previous mood lightening delectable pastries. Get it while your inhibitions are nice and loose.