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Rating: The era is upon us, the youthful fury, the discontent of an entire generation begins to vent its own frustration.
One could go on endlessly listing the clichés about the Seattle scene and its surroundings; in reality, it is the breeding ground for new talents, for bands that have written pages of music history beyond difficult childhoods and the deaths of their leaders.
1988 sees the release of Beat Happening's “jamboree” eleven tracks each more beautiful than the last—an album that you consume in one breath. "Bewitched" opens the doors with the sweet scream of a guitar and a commanding voice that seems to whisper for you to move forward. "In between" with simple chords and a voice that sings a perfect rhyme. The same goes for "Indian Summer." "Hangman" recalls "Goo" by Sonic Youth.
The track that gives the album its title and “Ask me,” the following track, are mad rhymes brought to order in "Crashing Trough." "Catwalk" is a sweet lullaby sung by the boogeyman. "Drive car girl" does not contradict the rest of the album and makes us imagine a serenade marked by alcohol.
"Midnight a go-go" seems to say - Let’s get serious! - too bad it’s already the penultimate track, but it doesn’t matter; actually, it’s better. "This many boyfrend club" is practically a summary of the entire singer's performance, who in the end seems to be telling us to go screw ourselves.
This album is the meeting of Sonic Youth and B52’s with a drunken, love-struck strummer. It bears no resemblance to Pearl Jam who do not resemble Soundgarden who do not resemble Alice in Chains and a whole bunch of other bands from the “Seattle scene,” and the surroundings.
Grunge is, unfortunately, a magnificent invention MAGNIFICENT but nevertheless an invention.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
05 Jamboree (01:03)
I try to walk away
to prove I was in control
There’s got to be a cure
This can’t go on no more
Dressed in black in the midday sun
break the ice and on the run
Keep this up there won’t be none
I try to be real cool
You lock me in a room
You try to take off your dress
We both know what happened next
And when my skirt begins to ache
I realize that it’s too late
to love you like a chocolate cake
Because we both know you’re my dream date
Wear an old potatoe sack
Trailer for a hat
Haircut for a bowl
Two eyes made of coal
One two three, one two four
The bees are hop, the bees are ho
But that’s one thing she’ll never know
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