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| Released = [[April 24]], [[2008]] (digital)<br>[[June 3]], 2008 (physical)
| Released = [[April 24]], [[2008]] (digital)<br>[[June 3]], 2008 (physical)
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}}{{Box rating 2|Pork and Beans|Marc Hogan|[[:Category:Pitchfork Media|Pitchfork Media]]|April 17, 2008}}
{{Box rating 2|Pork and Beans|Marc Hogan|[[:Category:Pitchfork Media|Pitchfork Media]]|April 17, 2008}}
[[The Good Life|I don't wanna be an old man anymore]]. I don't wanna walk into a bar, hear "[[Beverly Hills]]", mutter something about Steve Miller and cry bitter tears into my sweet, sweet Miller Lite for the next 3:16. [[Weezer's]] geek-rebel yell didn't have to harden into shtick-- a dozen years ago, there was [[Pinkerton]] (shit, a dozen years ago?!!)-- but on first few listens, "Pork and Beans", the first single from the Los Angeles pop-rockers' latest forthcoming [[Red|self-titled album]], sounds like another stab at the hip-to-be-square melodicism of "[[Buddy Holly]]". And, unlike anything on [[2005|2005's]] justly panned [[Make Believe]], I have so far managed to listen to it without drowning it out in my own drunken imprecations or getting weird looks from bartenders.
[[The Good Life|I don't wanna be an old man anymore]]. I don't wanna walk into a bar, hear "[[Beverly Hills]]", mutter something about Steve Miller and cry bitter tears into my sweet, sweet Miller Lite for the next 3:16. [[Weezer's]] geek-rebel yell didn't have to harden into shtick-- a dozen years ago, there was [[Pinkerton]] (shit, a dozen years ago?!!)-- but on first few listens, "Pork and Beans", the first single from the Los Angeles pop-rockers' latest forthcoming [[Red|self-titled album]], sounds like another stab at the hip-to-be-square melodicism of "[[Buddy Holly]]". And, unlike anything on [[2005|2005's]] justly panned [[Make Believe]], I have so far managed to listen to it without drowning it out in my own drunken imprecations or getting weird looks from bartenders.