We find out much about American culture when it’s placed in the hands of non-Americans. Thanks to the internet and an infinite flow of data, we’ve now discovered that American-made items provide a solid foundation that can only be dismantled and reassembled stronger and better than it ever was. Don’t you think Hendrix would lose his shit if he heard Group Doueh or BLK JKS? I’m sure acid casualties of the 1960s will be bouncing from sanitarium wall to sanitarium wall when they hear Copenhagen’s Halasan Bazar. It’s a radiant blast from the past that has taken 50 years to traverse time and space. Euro chic is always in style, and this time the electric croon of Fredrik Rollum Eckhoff and casual cool of Halasan Bazar remind us that the motherland does it better, even if we built it first. But How to Be Ever Happy doesn’t tramp down catwalks with couture expense (though it does sashay with confidence, despite its ennui), rather being the product of the neighborhood you wish you were cool enough to find when you backpacked Denmark. You heard American music spilling from the Korova Milk Bar and paid no attention, ignorant that it wasn’t the claptrap you’ve become accustomed to but rather an organic reinvention of the old, tired formula. You missed out on Halasan Bazar, so don’t do it again.