The Black Album starts with its worst song. Can't Knock the Hustle mashes commercial funk-rock with a mariachi-led Latin refrain to bewildering effect. If you thought after that things could only get better, well, you thought wrong.
Weezer immediately follow it with the album's second-worst song. Zombie Bastards is a tune that resurrects bloody Sublime, of all bands, in its verses, before slipping into a ridiculously catchy chorus, courtesy of frontman Rivers Cuomo, that you can't help but hum along with.
Which is the first sign that there's more to The Black Album than just highly polished but lousy, Weezer songs.
High As a Kite, the incredibly pretty third track, is much more like it. Over a bass-driven, effervescently psychedelic Beach Boys backing, Cuomo takes the chorus and soars into the sky. A full album along these lines would have been really something.