I'm mixing it up a bit folks. This week we're taking a trip back to the early/mid 1990s to visit one of my favourite bands of all time, Pulp. I know some of you are Pulp fans, which pleases me to no end. If you search hard enough on this here internet machine, you may even find 10 year old biographies of me blabbing about Pulp and talking of dreams I had about the lead singer, Jarvis Cocker. I look hot in the picture too, so I'm quite happy for that picture to remain up pretty much forever.
For the one who cares (anyone, anyone?), I met Jarvis Cocker once. I stood next to him, wrapped my arm around his skinny little waist and had my picture taken with him. I was all excited beforehand as I idolised him, but found him rather disappointing in the flesh. It was in this period of Jarvis fashion aesthetic (which is sadly ongoing all these years later):
Yeah. Not so cool. I don't really dig the 70s flea market paedo thing. I preferred old school, suave Jarvis:
If you're not familiar with Pulp but you think you might like some Britpop music with fabulous songwriting, Pulp are the band for you. Just listen to the lyrics, they are some of the most clever, witty lines you will ever hear in music. Anyone who disagrees will be punched in the eye until it turns to jelly. So there.
Without further ado...PULP!
This is Hardcore: (incidentally, this is on my Songs to Sex To CD. TMI? Oh well.)
As is always the offer, if you happen to like anything I feature on here enough to check it out independently, I'm more than happy to offer album/song suggestions. I love you that much.