And belated thanks to cutcopy for the Record Collector article, which I've just read. That's an absolutely brilliant review, the writer really knows their stuff.
""You can readily picture massive crowds singing back the soaring bridge We thought that we were just joking / Trying dreams on for size / We never realised / Wed be stuck with them, for the rest of our natural lives just as loudly as they would that famous refrain in Sorted for Es and Wizz.""
I don't remember that feeling when I heard live versions of Farmer's Market, the studio one must have changed quite a bit. The live I remember is far more calm than Sorted.
yep, overhyped
Pulp: More review an unpretentious, honest and frequently funny comeback
After a 24-year gap, Pulps new music sticks to the style fans love them for: a touch of disco and Serge Gainsbourg-style European funk
If at the Britpop Comprehensive class of 1995 Oasis were the hard nuts, then Blur were the snarky sixth-formers, Supergrass were the naughty kids and Elastica were the scary girls smoking behind the bike shed. Meanwhile, Pulp were the misfits. Though Jarvis ****er and his gang were too style-conscious to be dismissed as nerds, you do feel they might have spent a lot of time in the art room or the chess club, before running home as fast as they could for fear of being beaten up by the local thugs. Such a background provided ample material for ****ers Alan Bennett-style social observation classics Common People and Do You Remember the First Time?, leading to something that doesnt usually happen to misfits from Sheffield: global fame. Pulp clearly werent built for the level of attention they got after capturing the spirit of the era with their masterpiece, 1995s Different Class. The wilfully uncommercial This Is Hardcore in 1998 was both an attack on fame and an attempt to divest themselves of it, which certainly worked. When Pulp marked their initial demise with a greatest hits collection in 2002, it peaked at a less than chart-busting No 71. As ****er sings on Spike Island, an anthemic, oddly melancholic reflection on that period, which opens More, Pulps first new album since 2001, the universe shrugged, then moved on.
Pulps return to the studio sticks to the musical style fans love them for a touch of disco, Serge Gainsbourg-style European funk, a general sense of being pop but one step removed with a nostalgic feel, as befits a band whose members now find themselves in their fifties and sixties. Over an orchestral pop backing on Tina, ****er spots a former almost-girlfriend on the train and imagines what might have been. Do you remember walking past me in the snow, 14 years ago? he asks with a hint of desperation, before unrequited lust makes his rhyming and scanning ability go out of the window entirely. I forgot what I was going to say to you! he yelps. It is witty, a bit creepy, and brimming with sexual frustration.
Grown Ups goes further back, to a time in 1985 when ****er fell out of a window in an attempt to impress a girl and, after being released from hospital, hobbled over to his girlfriends home. Ill be the dad and you be the mum, and well make out we know what weve done, he sings, before confessing that he still doesnt feel like a grown-up, even now that hes worrying about wrinkles rather than acne.
Sex does appear to be on ****ers mind a lot. Without love, youre just jerking off inside someone else, he sings on the old fashioned Eurovision-style ballad Got to Have Love, while My Sex must be one of the least sexy songs about sex ever written. There might be people who are titillated by a 61-year-old man commanding, You show me yours Ill show you mine, hurry cos with sex were running out of time, but I dont know who they are.
You wonder if this is all just Jarvis ****er solo material under another name, given he is the leader of the band and writes the songs, which seem to be an expression of his essential being. But there is a different tone here than on ****ers solo albums, something rooted more in the everyday, which must come from the steadying influence of his fellow long-term members: Nick Banks on drums, Candida Doyle on keyboards and Mark Webber on guitar. Factories lying empty, manufacturing emptiness, he observes on The Hymn of the North, a quiet, sentimental, rather moving love song aimed not just at a person, but the north of the country and its postindustrial realities.
More ends with A Sunset, a song firmly in the Seventies singalong pop tradition that influenced ****er in the first place, but filtered through the Pulp personality. Id like to teach the world to sing, but I do not have a voice, he (sort of) sings, an admission of his position as a pop star but not quite, an outsider who found his way inside and still isnt sure if he likes it there or not. I was born to perform. Its a calling. I exist to do this, shouting and pointing, he announces on Spike Island. After a 24-year gap, More is Pulps acceptance, musically, lyrically and sartorially, of their place in the universe. That must be why it sounds so alive, so unpretentious, so honest and so frequently very funny. (Rough Trade)
The reviewer, Will Hodgkinson, seems to have missed the point about My Sex being more about identity than Jarvis just being a randy old goat.
He also doesn't acknowledge the rest of the band as writers.
He's the guy who did that Songbook programme with Jarvis in 2009ish on Sky Arts. Jarvis also did him a favour by contributing to the promo and content of Will's book on Lawrence which was well-received when it came out last year.
-- Edited by Eamonn on Friday 23rd of May 2025 02:42:01 AM
The reviews are coming thick and fast now. New edition of Uncut is out - this is a great review by the same guy who did a similarly-sized one for the deluxe editions in 2006.
Biggest shock in this one is the news of James Ford's illness. I had no idea, hopefully he will be OK...
**Theres little chance young people will always ask what older people used to love.** And yet, this is what has happened with Pulp, now considered (along with Blur) one of the iconic names of Britpop. Although Jarvis ****er and his crew were never quite the "darlings of the press," *More* makes it clear that the band thrives on contradictions, emphasizing emotional intensity and the art of not fitting in.
Their new album is their first since *We Love Life* in 2001, at a time when certain returns from the past risk being redundant. But its clear that the influence of *Different Class* and *This is Hardcore* is still strong today. The boots are polished, the melodies slightly out of tune, and their northern English sarcasm, tinged with American echoes, keeps working.
Pulp continues to assert their Englishness. Today, the group is no longer exactly the same bassist Steve Mackey, who is on *More* and passed away in 2023, never stopped applying the same effective recipe: write like a pop song, but survive with a super effective couplet or line. Thats clearly noticeable in the days before the albums release.
Pulp takes us back to Spike Island, somewhere in England, on May 27, 1990 a mega concert by the Stone Roses and Paul Oakenfold. Three decades and a half later, the band gathered again for two unique concerts. A magical return, made to excite those who werent there.
The title track *Spike Island*, representing the album, was intended by Jarvis ****er not to look back especially not in the rearview mirror. At the hour when all reformations look the same, ****er is still the most insightful and sharp observer of our time. Better yet: his unique ability to not sound cynical.
Brilliantly produced by Lou Reeds go-to man, James Ford, *Tina*, *Farmers Market* and *Move Love* (a track Jarvis ****er had already performed live) stir both emotion and punch, without sounding dated. ****er plays with the codes and the past, while shaking up the rest of life itself.
Because Jarvis is not a fan of randomness, he wont be surprised if *My Sex* ends up becoming an anthem. Two of these songs even if not antagonistic have something sacred about them. One might be a love song, the other an ode, yet both could become anthems.
James Ford, who is not new to this game, has delivered the latest excellent productions for Depeche Mode and Pet Shop Boys. He also brings his magic to *Hymn Of The North* or the final *A Sunset*, two major changes for Pulp that make them undeniably one of the most sophisticated bands of this century.
Pulp continues to illuminate pop with the brightest flame, one that borrows as much from Bacharach as from Scott Walker or the Smiths. A sentimental and cerebral flame, brimming with a desire to tell stories that are not always happy, but always vital. Understanding melancholy is one of pop's greatest lessons and ****er reminds us, without ever preaching.
**JÉRÔME SOLIGNY**
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**Rating guide at the bottom:**
**PISTE AUX ÉTOILES (Star Track)** INCONTOURNABLE (Unmissable) Excellent Convincing Possible In your dreams
*June 2025, R\&F 059*
-- Edited by andy on Saturday 24th of May 2025 07:23:51 AM
Great interview in the Observer this weekend with Miranda Sawyer who has always loved them even if she is Team Blur at heart.
But she captures their awkward, endearing essence here very well... Also, interesting to hear about Candida ditching the alternative career as a counsellor...
And another one...Jarvis gets around. In a New York deli with Rolling Stone this time - some nice comments about his bandmates.
Plus, a lot of discussion on the song "Grown-Ups". It feels like some of the lyrical ideas have been recycled from the unreleased song he recorded for Further Complications, "The Night They Left Me Out Of The Home"
Plus, a lot of discussion on the song "Grown-Ups". It feels like some of the lyrical ideas have been recycled from the unreleased song he recorded for Further Complications, "The Night They Left Me Out Of The Home"
Plus, a lot of discussion on the song "Grown-Ups". It feels like some of the lyrical ideas have been recycled from the unreleased song he recorded for Further Complications, "The Night They Left Me Out Of The Home"