By Anna Merlan
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It could have been any town in America, and it often was: Athens, Georgia; Chapel Hill, North Carolina; Minneapolis; Austin. Seattle was just another stop on the A&R Express, another destination where the gold-card crowd could run up their expense accounts while they looked for the Next Big Thing. At the end of Hype!, after the credits have rolled and the audience has emptied the theater, "Your town is next" flashes on the screen, and it doesn't matter whether it's a promise or a threat: Yesterday's garage bands are today's superstars are tomorrow's has-beens, and everyone is to blame--the record companies, the rock press, the fans, even the bands themselves.
Hype!, which debuted at Sundance in January and has been making the rounds since then, isn't about the birth and death of grunge; that's just a subplot to keep the kids hooked while they wait for the Nirvana concert footage and Eddie Vedder interviews. Rather, it's about the self-destruction of rock and roll itself, how its practitioners are consumed and homogenized until you can't tell the "good guys" from the "bad guys" anymore.
Hype! is often guilty of the very things it pretends to condemn: It may sneer at MTV, it may poke fun at daily newspaper grunge fashion spreads or Rolling Stone magazine cover headlines that tout Seattle as "The Next Liverpool," but in the end Hype! exists to celebrate and further promote a very small pocket of musicians and indie labels who convinced the world their town mattered more than yours. (After all, most of the bands on the Hype! sound track are still "underground" heroes--Fastbacks, 7 Year Bitch, Young Fresh Fellows, Some Velvet Sidewalk.) It's telling that as you watch Hype!, you can't differentiate between the zealots and the pretenders: Is Dead Moon supposed to be any good, or are they used here as an example of a band trying to ride the flannel wave into Epic Records' front door? Are Gas Huffer and Flop any better than, say, the band you walked out on three songs into its set last night? Maybe it's just a matter of the lesser of myriad evils: Any world in which Kurt Cobain and Chris Cornell and Eddie Vedder exist as "equals," any world in which the Fastbacks eke out a meager living in cult anonymity while Alice in Chains get the big bucks, was fucked up long before Macy's started selling flannel shirts at $80 a pop.
Hype! focuses on one small moment in the alternarock timeline and blows it up to grand proportions; you'd think Seattle changed everything all at once, that Nirvana and Screaming Trees and Alice in Chains and Pearl Jam and Tad (oh, right) single-handedly reshaped the top-of-the-pops landscape in the late '80s and early '90s. It asks you to pity the superstars--remember that anyone who says it sucks to be famous and rich is lying, and anyone who says it doesn't suck is not famous or rich--and those who never even made it out of Seattle, such as Girl Trouble and the U-Men. It pokes fun at the concept of "grunge" (The Thrown-Ups' Leighton Beezer's hands-on explanation of the evolution of punk into grunge is hilariously right-on) and then exalts the music as though it were something brand new, something Kim Thayil invented.
And Hype! portrays the musicians simultaneously as heroes (a good alternate title might have been Revenge of the Nerds: "We were the guys in high school people used to beat up; we couldn't even talk to the pretty girls," says Screaming Trees' Van Conner) and as victims of major labels looking for a million-selling gimmick. "Basically he said, 'Hey, you sing about dogs, you sing about bein' sick--you got a shtick, it'll take ya to the top,'" says Mudhoney's Mark Arm, talking about a conversation with an A&R exec. "And he basically gave us like five chords, but he said, 'Don't use more than three within one song.'" Mudhoney might well have been the best of the Seattle bands behind Nirvana--but they were also the last signed to a major label and remain the least celebrated of the lot. But Arm, being of the late and influential Green River, knows the shtick better than anyone--so well, in fact, that Hype! could have been about Arm alone, as no one represents the struggle to reconcile the desire to be good and the desire to be famous better than he. After all, if he hated A&R men so much, he didn't have to talk to them--but he did, landing his ass right on Warner Bros./Reprise, the most major major of them all.
Sub Pop founders Jonathan Poneman and Bruce Pavitt are the pins around which Hype! rolls, and they make it clear from the beginning that Sub Pop existed to promote Sub Pop, not necessarily the bands on the label. Poneman and Pavitt brought in influential British writers to promote their city and their "scene," touted their singles of the month as a cool marketing gimmick, sold Soundgarden and Nirvana and Mudhoney as brand names. The duo, one a failed musician and the other a failed writer, sold an audience a complete package, and they were as guilty as anyone of turning a city into a "scene," into a Sound. But they're unapologetic about their deeds, proud to flaunt their success even as Soundgarden's Thayil lamely insists he didn't know he'd have to do interviews when he signed to a major label.
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