Back in the late 80's, Ireland, basking in the glory of having the "biggest band in the world" where producing rock bands quicker than your average flu virus. An unfortunate thing if you were an up and coming four piece from the percieved rock capital of the world. Every news hack was poised ready to announce the emergence of the 'next U2' and it was a title that laid heavy on the shoulders of many a group. However it didnt stop anyone from trying. The 'Happens' at least had the backing of Dave Fanning (Irelands answer to John Peel) who had the dubious title of being the man who discovered U2, and was going to make sure no upstart discovered the next one before him. If there was ever a criticism that could have been laid at them it was that perhaps they tried too hard. Tuneful pop, pre-dating anything from Blur et-al, was their trademark and was evident in abundance in this work. The radio friendly 'parachute', the rock bombast of 'hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, (petrol)' and the heartache of 'kill the roses' are as good as anything produced by any Irish band. However all the good work by the musicians was constantly let down by amateur and arkward lyrics (audiences preferring to mumble along quietly rather than sing out loud). In the end I can forgive them this failing as listening to these songs brings me right back to my college days in Dublin and how I always scored at a Happens gig. Kudos guys!