Beat Happening
Jamboree

THE REVIEW

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.