It is here that the band finally reached their full vocal potential, as Greg Graffin, Mr. Brett, and Jay Bentley coat harmonies and “ozzin ahhs” all over songs.
Promises unreleased and ancient goodies, but merely repackages available material. The European version has the first two demos and a fuckload of bonus songs.
You know how Weezer’s Maladroit rocked fuzzy guitars in a weird, slow, brashy way that nobody really liked? The same concept is in effect here. The Special Goodness is the brainchild of Weezer drummer Pat Wilson.
The Weakerthans are to other rock bands what a dog-eared philosophy book is to junk mail. There are issues harbored in their bosom; intellect wrapped in humble introspection and self-discipline.