Live Review, 4/17/12: Pulp Makes the Class War Sexy at the Warfield

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Pulp at the Warfield last night. All photos by the author.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
The Warfield, San Francisco

So, last night, on the 29th anniversary of the release of their first record, svelte glammy/chatty Britpop heroes Pulp stormed the Warfield, where they played the shit out of their best singles and album tracks, stuck around for two encores after closing the main set with "Common People," and were either a touch longwinded or a revelation of the power of theatrical dork-sex rock and roll, all depending on your eagerness to take in songs from the six Pulp albums not called Different Class. 

A devotee of His n Hers, We Love Life, and especially the bleak, sublime This Is Hardcore, I'm more the latter than the former, but to be fair I'll leave the evaluative assessment portion of this write-up with this: Pulp played a lot of songs very well. Now that that's out of the way, here's eight observations from the show.


1. "Common People" is the best British rock single of the '90s. Maybe it's the excitement of the Warfield singalong, or maybe it's residual pissiness related to #Occupy, but mostly it's just straight-up truth. What other Britpop song compares? "Wonderwall" and "Live Forever" are gorgeous and great but dumb as cannonballs walking down the hall; the pop bliss of "Girls and Boys" is corroded by Blur's prim bitchiness about pansexuality; Suede's "Animal Nitrate" and "The Wild Ones" are glorious but too sly and overheated to achieve the universality of the greatest singles.

Angry, sexy "Common People," though, has transcended its moment, and sounds, today, in the States, as urgent as ever. That's probably due to:

A) the rare and recent burst of American class consciousness;

B) the song's prescient danceability, an early warning that even in England popular music would evolve beyond guitars; 

C) Jarvis Cocker's plain-spoken first-person narrative, which distinguishes it as the rare post-Nevermind rock hit with lyrics that are either representational or humorous, both of which are things that people actually like;

D) its exploitation of a trick that only Nashville and rappers and the ICP and the touring cast of Rent are gauche enough to use these days: insisting that the everyday people singing along actually constitute an exclusive club that other people are for whatever reason too inauthentic to join; and

E) its gratifyingly mean-spirited rewriting of the audience-flattering cross-class come-on lyric from "Tight Fittin' Jeans" by the great Conway Twitty, seen here in Evel Knievel pajamas and the finest afro an Arkansas white boy ever dared rock:

2. Jarvis Cocker is a first-rate frontman. He leaps. He flails. He poses in triumph, and he's gangly and sharp-edged enough that these poses, when silhouetted, all look like little logos for himself. He mimes comic nonsense. He pretends to run in slow motion, his dapper jacket flailing behind him like he's a silent-film comedian dashing through a storm. He acts like the microphone is his dick. He pelvic thrusts and gasps "Ah!" with a lurid dampness. He quotes Thornton Wilder and Isak Dinesen, because it was their birthday. He sometimes picks up an acoustic with a skull sticker on it.  He crushes to his face the cup of a bra tossed to the stage. He sings as well as he ever did, perhaps with more grit in his Bowie baritone, and with undiminished power on those keening, desperate upper-register cries on "This Is Hardcore."   


3. Jarvis Cocker is a first-rate cocksman. You know how Beck did that fun "Debra" song, where he busts out a hammy Prince croon and tries to seduce some girl he met at JC Penny? Cocker doesn't do that shit. Cocker might look like a graduate teaching assistant, and he might be funny as hell, but he's dead serious about how much he wants to fuck you -- and how much you will enjoy it. 

This is a lesson that Generation Awkward could learn from him: Stop joking about how uncomfortable you feel, and just start seducing each other. Jesus.

4. Pulp marries indie, glam, and disco so well that they all seem the same thing. Sure, some songs are frisky, Kinksy ditties, but many of them -- often the most popular, like "Mis-shapes" or "Disco 2000" --  take the throb of "I'm Waiting for the Man" and glitter it up until it's bright and insistent as a strobelight. And then talk-singing urgent, witty sex stories over this is the masterstroke. It's like if the narrator of Martin Amis' The Rachel Papers were somehow in a Roxy Music that wanted crowds to do a disco pogo.

Location Info



Warfield Theatre

982 Market, San Francisco, CA

Category: Music

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 Sorry, Suede's Animal Nitrate and The Wild Ones are just as perfect.


Wow, that really was a well written article! I had been looking forward to this reunion for years, but was not able to make any of their shows; however, I am very happy that Pulp is finally receiving great press here in the States. Pulp has always seemed to be a band well before their time. "Separations" is such a great album. I hope they play "Death II" before their tour is over.

Paul Vousden
Paul Vousden

Great gig, great review.And you can just forget Oasis, the Gallaghers did...finally. 

Tony Butterworth
Tony Butterworth

This was a fantastic article, so much better than the glossy overviews most write.


Now this is how a review should be done. But 'Slide Away' is the best Britpop single.

Alan Scherstuhl
Alan Scherstuhl

Yeah, that's got to be a contender. Do Americans know that one? Do Americans even know that Oasis was usually loud?

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