- 04 Apr 01
They've got the songs, the attitude and the neatest line in Oxfam chic since The Smiths but when will Pulp be famous? Niall Crumlish delves into the seedy twilight world of Sheffield's new sex gods.
Say what you like about the North of England, but it is undeniable that it has brought forth more than its fair share of indefatigable, incorrigible visionaries; legends who plough their lonesome furrow for years, wait for the rest of the world to catch up with them and then become heroes on a grand scale, enriching the otherwise drab lives of the masses while they’re at it.
Where, for example would we be had we never been exposed to the sometimes addled but always interesting worldviews of, say, J. Charlton or M.E. Smith? (A rhetorical question, but the answers are: losing 4-1 at home to Liechtenstein and, em, not much worse off, actually, respectively. If you’re interested.)
As Jackie and Mark will both tell you, the trouble with being a visionary is that it can take forever for the man in the proverbial street to even begin to share your idiosyncratic way of thinking. Which is where Jarvis Cocker, the singer with Pulp and the latest incumbent to the Incorrigibility Hall of Fame, comes in.