• Record Label: Atlantic
  • Release Date: Mar 20, 2022
User Score
7.4

Generally favorable reviews- based on 16 Ratings

User score distribution:
  1. Positive: 11 out of 16
  2. Negative: 0 out of 16
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  1. Mar 24, 2022
    6
    If we’re being honest here, this album isn’t for everyone, but at this point in Rivers’ career I don’t think he cares what people think of the albums he writes. This seems like a passion project for him and I can’t hate him for it. I have higher hopes for summer but who knows. The only track I actually enjoy a fair amount is angels on vacation, which has the most weezer-y sound. I will sayIf we’re being honest here, this album isn’t for everyone, but at this point in Rivers’ career I don’t think he cares what people think of the albums he writes. This seems like a passion project for him and I can’t hate him for it. I have higher hopes for summer but who knows. The only track I actually enjoy a fair amount is angels on vacation, which has the most weezer-y sound. I will say this album is original at least, you won’t hear anything else like it. Expand
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63

Generally favorable reviews - based on 7 Critic Reviews

Critic score distribution:
  1. Positive: 3 out of 7
  2. Negative: 0 out of 7
  1. Mar 30, 2022
    80
    These are recognizably Weezer songs, but they're livelier in execution, benefitting from a palpable sense of playfulness on the part of the band.
  2. Mar 29, 2022
    44
    That’s how Spring feels: a lot of planning, a shrug to finish. Like OK Human, this is a product of the pandemic. Unlike OK Human, it actually sounds like it.
  3. Mar 28, 2022
    50
    Whether or not you can stomach this will depend on your schmaltz tolerance. In truth, the sum total of these seven songs is insubstantial. They sound like spring only superficially, the Vivaldi connection isn’t carried past the first song, and Cuomo’s lyrics rarely ascend above cliché.