La fièvre Grunge; Par The Girl

A spontaneous, plentiful, loud, beautiful, unpolished and thrilling movement.

 
 
 

Grunge – it arrived at a pivotal time for me, age 13, riddled with teenage ire. At the time, I was desperate for peer approval and fed up with the blandishments of mainstream media; I wandered hopelessly around city centers, studiously bored, fright-ended of the encroaching adult world. I understood how it felt to be unloved, confused, misunderstood and betrayed by those in authority who ever claim to be helping you. I understood. And bands like Nirvana, Hole and Pearl Jam provided the soundtrack to my adolescent laments. The lyrics were about isolation, or about being alienated as a freak, which is a universal feeling, especially when you are a teenager.

Flash-forward to my time at University. I spent three years examining the internal dynamics of osmosis and interrelation between a society and the individual. I explored the social conflicts between cohesion and internal unity on one hand and alienation and individuality on the other (by applying the trickle-down and bubble-up theories). And finally, I analysed the elusive notions of authenticity and purity and how these were articulated, what grunge meant to capitalism and to the place of the raw, heartfelt and insightful Seattle musicians within this revolutionary movement. 

Yes, 90s grunge. With its disheveled look, sonic-distorted sound and ethos of austerity and authenticity, it was not only an emerging music scene but it also evoked the frustration of the youth. 

But as the new century has become a betrayal of music and how – just when you are beginning to think there is light at the end of the tunnel, that it may just be possible to help change the world for the better, so that the ones with quieter voices get a chance to be heard – the world gets up and whacks you in the face. The corporations will always win, my friends. And that's the bitter truth. 

Grunge became my first taste of delicious insurrection and that is why today, I am dedicating an entire mixtape to this spontaneous, plentiful, loud, beautiful, unpolished and thrilling movement. 

 

Kurt, Dave, Krist, Eddie, Layne, Jerry, Andrew, Scott, Chris, Stone – thanks for existing.  


 
 
 

Evangelina always injects her work with the 90s grunge aesthetic (Purple Haze, Nevermind LA, A Film On The Grunge Tiara). Her essay on grunge entitled I'd rather be dead than cool serves as a model answer at her University.