Word: eurotrash
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Guests came through the doors to find graffiti-decorated walls and "industrial squalor." One student came as Chairman Mao Zedong with a "Little Red Book" and another with a hammer-and-sickle head ornament, though most of the more than 100 party-goers came as "Russian Eurotrash" youth, Haysom recalls...
...Halloween at the Paradise Rock Club, and the Cardigans had found a new costume: a mask of hissing, buzzing electronica over the Swedish band's familiar retro pop face. The catchy pop melodies still lurked behind this sizzling new facade, to be sure, but the Cardigans' fans--hip, Eurotrash 20-somethings--had to grapple with a whole new persona...
...afro-wigged funk getups to the occasional microchip clean room bodysuit, the band seemed bewildered, even a little subdued. Though winsome Emm Gryer, who opened the concert with a derivative, folky set, seemed entirely in her element with the crowd, the Cardigans were adorably incongruous in their neat, Eurotrash sweaters and sleek leather pants. In fact, as singer Nina Persson revealed during the performance, their native Sweden observes Halloween not as a night of costumed revelry, but as a solemn day of remembrance, putting flowers on the graves of ancestors. If the Cardigans' demeanor tended towards the sober, the music...
...that delights in wallowing in its own bloodbaths. Every vampire film boasts its own interpretation of the sacred "rules" of vampirism. In Vampires, James Woods' master slayer, Jack Crow, snarls "Forget everything you've seen in the movies. It's not like vampires go around seducing everyone with cheesy, Eurotrash accents. They don't turn into bats. Crosses don't work. You want to kill one, you take a wooden stake and drive it right through...his...heart...
...rest of the mischievous younguns are eventually rolled out one by one, name on the screen: the spastic freak-boy Spud (Ewen Bremmer); wanna-be Eurotrash, Sick Boy (Jonny Lee Miller); and the human pitbull (and unintelligible) Begbie (Robert Carlyle). Wandering about, shooting up, picking women up, and so go their days and nights. They even throw in a drug deal to wrap things up. Unfortunately--almost tragically, fizzing with this much energy and hype--the film quickly tosses out the window any pretentions to portraying addiction or free-wheeling, troubled youth. Adapted from the popular Irvine Welsh novel...