Would you let me come inside? Make it right. Is there someone there tonight? It's cold outside. And my clothes, they don't match And my blue jeans need a patch. Let it go.When I walk down the street I've been tripping on my feet. If you're looking for a return to The Blue Album or Pinkerton, however - let it go, man. It's light, fun, and not as deliberately ridiculous as its predecessor. could do a lot worse than to pick up Raditude.

'The Underdogs,' co-written with Kazuhiro Hara, is the excellent odd-one-out, and may be enough justification for the Weezer completist to drop the extra scratch. The Deluxe Edition of Raditude offers the same sort of bonus, except that three of the songs are crap. I cannot make that recommendation this year. Album closer 'I Don't Want to Let You Go' is harmless but could never be considered a worthy successor to 'Only in Dreams' and 'The Angel and the One.' Last year, I recommended Weezer fans pick up the Deluxe Edition of The Red Album, which came with a quartet of five-star songs that were, in many respects, better than any of the record's 10-song core. 'In the Mall,' a writing contribution from drummer (and, now, sometimes-guitarist and non-good songwriter) Patrick Wilson fares little better, often contenting itself with repeating its title over and over on top of a tuneless guitar riff. Raditude's lowest point is 'Love Is the Answer,' a sitar-studded failure of a ballad that sounds like a 2005 Weezer song that, incredibly, wasn't good enough for Make Believe. The latter of the two features a totally unexpected rap interlude by Lil Wayne, who's got enough cache to get away with dropping the first F-bomb on a Weezer album. And if you're interested in the results of Weezer's risky forays into dance-pop, 'I'm Your Daddy' and 'Can't Stop Partying' are catchy enough to make believers out of cynics. You've got '50s malt-shop pop with lead single '(If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To.' 'Put Me Back Together,' 'Trippin' Down the Freeway,' and 'Let It All Hang Out' serve as throwbacks to the early-era Weezer rock you know and trust. The record is better for it, spending 33 minutes bouncing from style to style without rehashing Red's schizophrenia. Luke, Jermaine Dupri, Jacknife Lee, and Tyson Ritter and Nick Wheeler of the All-American Rejects have all left their fingerprints on Raditude. Weezer has again eschewed self-production and their usual go-to producer Ric Ocasek in favor of enlisting the talents of a stable of unlikely bedfellows. Rest assured that Raditude is better than both of them and even manages to supersede The Green Album and Maladroit in variety and novelty. Make Believe drowned in a one-note ocean of its own treacle and The Red Album was more or less a failed experiment in bombast and giving Brian Bell his own song. It's reasonable to have low hopes for the alt-rock quartet's seventh (and contractually final, pending renegotiation) LP. Still, it's my duty to let you know that Raditude is a veritable oasis in a desert of recent lousy-to-middling Weezer offerings. A review isn't going to do much in the line of changing that. Perhaps you've pre-ordered Raditude maybe you're avoiding it as if 't'were the plague.

And yet, your mind's already made up about them. Say what you will about Weezer - in their nearly 18 years of existence, they've never recorded the same album twice.

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