There may come a day when we have nothing left to say

Ah Weezer can do very little wrong in my eyes. I have some really frightening affinity with punky poppy chirpy chappies. So this new tune is right up my jolly little street. Well, I say new. I think it was leaked quite a while ago. The catchy chorus reminds me of the gigs I went to when I was 14. I'd plan what I was wearing for them about two months in advance, and I'd be tucked up in bed by 9. Latest. Wild. And I'd have sung my lungs out. Which is what I do when I listen to this song. But in my head. 9 o clock central line commuters wouldn't approve of my Weezer rendition, and up until now Buddy Holly would have been number one on my commuter karaoke list, but I think this has just pipped it to the post.
It's very hard not to tap you're foot along to this; my dearest boyfriend (the musical brains of us) helpfully pointed out the beginning starts very alike to A Town Called Malice, which is does. It makes me like it even more.