Rob Thomas and Rivers Cuomo are gangsters of self-love. During the mid '90s, when a booming peacetime economy meant we could all listen to white guys whine on the radio without needing a reason why, the two were brothers from a different mother of invention: Thomas led Matchbox Twenty, who made tidy thinking-man's rock for culturally endangered fratpeople; Cuomo led Weezer, who made passive-aggressive alt-rock for culturally oblivious indie folk. Both men gave adenoidal voice to white-male narcissism, raging against the ruthless efficiency of the female machine. But what they really couldn't hack was the creeping suspicion that we were losing interest in their meticulously cultivated chamber dramas—that a sprawling nation of black rappers and brown immigrants and indigo girls was on its way to supplanting their God-given... More >>>