Pulp if I Could Do It Again

Words: Peter Murphy, Photographer: Stefan De Batselier
Taken from Hotpress, July 1998

When Pulp released the obsessively carnal This Is Hardcore, it was widely touted that the ring's main mover, Jarvis Cocker, had lost the plot entirely. Merely Pulp are back on the route now and Cocker is in fine form - as eloquent when talking about pornography and sex as he is reflecting on the vagaries of the press and his human relationship with his father.

Jarvis Cocker sits in the debris of his Oporto hotel room, desperately trying to cram his belongings into a suitcase earlier moving on to the next cease on Pulp'due south tour of European festivals. "My room is a shit-tip and I'll have to tidy information technology upward," he explains. "I'1000 off to Kingdom of belgium today. For me sins." Band and coiffure are leaving in less than an hour, we've an interview to bear, and to beal the situation, somebody's frantically rapping on the door. "Who is it?" an irked Jarvis demands in that droll Sheffield monotone of his. "I'm doing this interview!"

Jarvis Cocker might be a wanted man, merely he'south also a relieved one. The ring'due south headlining slot on the previous Sunday at the Glastonbury Festival went well, with the "difficult" textile from the group's contentious This Is Hardcore album making a successful transition to the live phase, specially the monolithic title track. Glastonbury occupies a meaning place in Lurid history because, as Jarvis acknowledges, it was the band'due south last minute and highly successful stand-in slot for The Stone Roses in 1995 that helped propel them into the large league.

"We were pleased with information technology, because to get back and practise it once again seemed quite nerve-wracking," Cocker admits. "You could say that it made you - and information technology could've broke you. Some people accept said that they find this record hard to become into, and and then there'south been loads of crap written about me being a hopeless drug aficionado who masturbates in forepart of porno films all day, and mostly thinking that we've lost it, so at that place was quite a lot to prove, do you know what I mean?"

I do indeed. Much has been made of the fact that This Is Hardcore hasn't sold as well as its predecessor. The new album did enter the charts at number one, but it sold only 50,000 copies to go there - hardly peanuts, but Different Form shifted 133,000 units in its first week. Certain parts of the press have decreed the record's performance every bit emblematic of the decline of the British record manufacture in full general, while others are zoning in on its discipline-thing as proof of Jarvis Cocker's apparent descent into deject cuckoo land.

Granted, Hardcore is less of a pop masterpiece than its predecessor, and the quality of the songs does waver at the two-thirds mark, only it's still a tape crackling with epic grandeur, from the Bowie-esque nervous breakdown of 'The Fear' to the creepy carnality of 'Seductive Barry'. The new material is undoubtedly nighttime, just sales figures are downwards because of a combination of factors: a marked absence of hype, few obvious singles, and no bout, promotional or otherwise, to heave the album's profile at the time of release. And, for the record, the homo speaking to me on this hot July morning seems in full possession of his marbles.

"It'due south only a record, innit?" he sniffs. "God! When the concluding Oasis album came out and there was a lot of hype most that, I hateful, ridiculous, it got written well-nigh in national papers and that, with people having to sign affidavits not to play it for anyone else, and I recall that really turned people off. Information technology's better to let people make their own minds up about it. And I always knew that this record was going to take longer for people to get into, because information technology doesn't deal with particularly pleasant subject-matter. Just in the terminate, it was the simply record that we could brand at that particular time. Things had inverse."

However, Jarvis didn't just annoy the record label by refusing to follow corporate promotional strategies: guitarist Mark Webber has gone on tape as saying he'southward no great fan of either the album'due south title track, or the virtually recent single 'A Little Soul'. Indeed Webber went further last March when, in effect, he defendant the lead-vocalist of refusing to heed to saner counsel. "Recently it'south been a case of Jarvis' will overriding anybody else'due south mutual sense," he observed ruefully. And then does Cocker believe that a dictatorship is necessary in society to get the trains running on time?

"Eh, yep, information technology's always a fine line, and I hope I'thou non besides much of an arsehole," he concedes. "Like for case, I went off and did this Channel four film (Cocker co-directed a series almost "outsider artists" that will air next year) immediately after the album came out. I know Island were completely horrified by this, fifty-fifty though I told them about it, four months in advance. Only when the reality of it hit them, they were very washed in. Merely for me, I knew that I had to it at that time, because it was such an involved and slightly painful process making the record, and I knew information technology was very important for me to become off and do something else, on which the band had no bearing at all. Simply so I was coming together these people in these weird and wonderful places out in the middle of nowhere: they have no contact with the outside world so they don't know who you are, you lot have to relate to them on a completely normal human level, there's no PR to become in and smoothen the way for you, all this kind of shit. Going out and seeing people who create these things only because they want to, and they can't even define why they do information technology most of the time, that was important as well. I could run across how it looks bad from the outside if your album's taken ages and then you fuck off for ii months when it comes out, merely to me information technology made perfect sense."

Pulp's story is similar few other in the annals of pop. The band began in November 1981 in Sheffield, recording a session for John Skin while Jarvis was even so at school. The bespectacled, beanpole-built Cocker, who had been bullied as a child (sewing a germ of rage that would fester for years earlier finally flowering, with spectacular results, in 1995) spent his early on 20s every bit a film educatee, working in a nursery for deaf children, and floundering on the dole before Pulp finally began delivering on their promise with tardily '80s singles similar 'Dogs Are Everywhere' and 'They Suffocate At Night'.

The current line-up came together in 1992, only information technology was their 1994 Mercury Prize-nominated His 'n' Hers, the group'south tertiary full-length anthology, that finally signalled their arrival. Featuring gritty (sub)urban vignettes like 'Babies', 'Joyriders' and 'Lipgloss', the record was described by the Sunday Times equally being "Mike Leigh prepare to music". Indeed, Pulp keyboardist Candida Doyle'southward mother, who starred in the promo film for 'Exercise You Remember The First Time', had appeared in two Leigh films.

However, it was the release of the archetype 'Common People' in 1995, followed by Different Class late that yr, that established Pulp every bit probably the most important "English" English group since The Smiths. Different Class remains an astonishing record, past turns vicious, tender, vindictive, funny and empathetic. Jarvis emerged as a bona fide star, a sex-crazed avenger in NHS X-ray spex who, through songs like 'I Spy' and 'Pencil Brim', took the class war into the bedroom, exacting revenge on the rugger-buggers and brick-shithouse snobs who tormented him in his youth by drinking their brandy and screwing their girlfriends. 'Mutual People' was 1 of the near cruel political and personal put-downs in pop history, with Cocker spitting the most withering lyrics to hit the charts since Dylan's 'Similar A Rolling Stone' over an epic electro-glam organisation.

As glorious was the heartfelt compassion in tunes like 'Something Inverse', 'Underwear' and 'Live Bed Evidence'. On that album, Pulp, who always had more in common with the art-rock fraternity than the dullard guitar bands, showed up the majority of their Britpop contemporaries for the jingle-jangle chancers they were. If these anthems harked back to an England of yore, it was the kitchen stink realism of the late 1950s, not the swinging optimism of a decade later.

"In many ways Different Class was a bit like our first album because it distilled a lot of things from my life that I'd ever been trying to get across," Jarvis reflects. "There was something exciting nigh that time. I don't like the discussion Britpop, but that'due south what it gets called, this sudden blast of interest in what had previously been alternative music. And information technology was exciting, it felt like, 'Yep human, you're storming the barricades, yous're getting into the arena where ordinarily just the cheesemaster's allowed to alive'. And it was like a kind of revolution taking place. And then of course, the dust settles from that and you find that you've just got a new institution, and I didn't want to be role of that establishment. I've always thought information technology'due south the duty of fine art to go against the status quo, to become against the established gild of things. Nosotros had to sit downwards a bit and think, 'Well, why do we practice this? Do we do it so nosotros tin can go far the pages of Hullo? Information technology took us a bit of fourth dimension to observe out what our motives were for existing and making music, and to become dorsum to doing that."

Cocker admits that This is Hardcore was a fifth anthology suffering from Difficult Second Album Syndrome. After all, its predecessor was a definitive Britpop moment, bringing its makers fame and fiscal security after a decade and a half of poverty and obscurity. Jarvis was a natural celebrity, with his droll delivery, quotable quotes, gawky frame and Oxfam chic. Even so, the honeymoon went somewhat sour when, at the Brits Awards in 1996, he famously protested against Michael Jackson's flatulent posturing by jumping on stage and pointing his arse in the management of Jacko's Messiah-similar form.

The tabloids, afterwards initially going for Jarvis' throat, realised that they'd misjudged the mood of the masses and did an abrupt nigh-face, elevating him to the status of folk hero. (Fears that the Brits incident might come back to haunt Pulp when they recently shared a TFI Friday studio with Janet Jackson proved baseless. "It surprised me likewise that she was on," Jarvis smiles. "But no, I can confirm that no contact was made.")

In addition to all this hoo-ha, there were upheavals in the Pulp camp. Guitarist/violinist Russell Senior, a key member of the band, tendered his resignation. Bassist Steve Mackay and drummer Nick Banks both fathered sons. Mark underwent a traumatic split with his girlfriend. Candida lost her brother to an Indian religious sect. It's no surprise then, that the opening verses on the new album are less a statement of intent than a memo from some convalescent home for bewildered rock stars: "This is the sound of someone losing the plot/Making out that they're okay when they're non/Yous're gonna similar it/But not a lot" ('The Fear').

"I don't really like talking about these things in interviews because I've always hated the moany rock star who complains virtually their lot in life," Jarvis shrugs. "Although I wouldn't say it's like lament about things, I think it's more that I don't really like change. I appal myself by beingness such a conservative grapheme, I actually like things to go on in a certain routine. And I guess past the age of, like, 31 or whatever I was when Different Form came out, I was kind of used to being a failure, y'know? Well, not peculiarly a failure, but a certain degree of being known. So all of a sudden it went a fleck crazy and it was kind of hard to handle that change at offset because I was quite set up in me ways, happily plodding along. Come across, people were always asking usa questions like, 'I bet you can handle it at present considering you lot're more mature', but what I've found, and I suppose information technology comes into the record a scrap, is that this myth of adults knowing what the hell they're on about - it's a load of rubbish. In many ways they're worse than kids because at least kids react to things on an instinctive level and can't really exist held responsible for getting things wrong. Adults should know improve because they've got a bit of feel, but they just make the same mistakes over and over once more and they've got no excuse for it."

The subject of adults and children is one that's been on Cocker'due south mind quite a bit over the last year. 'A Little Soul' off the new anthology sees him playing the role of a failed parent counseling his offspring ("Y'all look similar me/But please don't plough out similar me") and Jarvis recently visited Australia to meet with his father for the first fourth dimension in 24 years. Mac Cocker had gone to the papers expressing the wish to see his estranged son last year, but Jarvis refused The Sun'southward offer of money for pictures of the reunion.

"The song was written before I met me Dad," he explains. "It was written in the late office of terminal year, and I didn't meet me Dad until February this yr. So, it was weird, every bit soon as I'd written the song I knew that I'd have to become and encounter him. Did it help me sympathize myself a flake more? I don't think I'll ever understand meself, it's a nice thought and thank you for suggesting it, but I oasis't got a true cat's chance in hell of that."

At the benefit show for avant garde composer La Monte Young at London's Barbican Eye terminal Nov, Jarvis dedicated 'Assist The Aged' to his father. Hither was the international playboy, ill of drugs, plaintively crooning "Give them hope and give them condolement/'Cos they're running out of time", without even the airbag of irony to soften the blow.

"That vocal came from being on tour and having to sleep in these bunks on a jitney, which are kind of like the same dimensions as a coffin," Jarvis recalls. "So, getting in a coffin every nighttime, probably quite pissed, makes y'all prone to maudlin thoughts. Yous tin get slightly morbid. And over the last couple of years I have become aware of physical changes in me trunk and likewise in the manner I think, and information technology made me quite aware of the fact that I was getting older. Simply the song'due south also a fiddling bit vicious, information technology'due south only trying to get through that kind of sentimentality where y'all call up of former people as people who are there to give you sweets on a Lord's day, it's similar they're a dissimilar species. Ane function of information technology came from this Scottish bloke talking well-nigh living in some bad housing projects in Glasgow in the '30s, and he said that for kicks what they used to do was go a hosepipe and run the gas through a pint of milk, and and so drink the milk and it got you off your caput. And that got me thinking, 'Everybody'due south boot off well-nigh kids and their gum-sniffing, just people have ever been doing it'. Everybody's thinking, 'Oh, a beautiful little pensioner', but they were a ragger. That set me listen off, thinking."

Cocker's refusal to distance himself from his discipline matter has always given Pulp a humanitarian edge over the likes of Mistiness, whose Big Britpop Statement "The Great Escape" was ultimately a failed observation of '90s life, express by its own glibness. No surprise then, that at the end of the new album, during 'The Day Afterwards The Revolution', the singer proclaims, "Irony is over".

"I've never been detached from the things that I write about," he insists. "I mean, I practise see a lot of irony in the fashion that life works out, but I'k not detached from it and I wouldn't experience that I had the right to write near information technology unless I was doing the same thing as everybody else. I retrieve there'due south a sense of people actually sorting their lives out, they don't want to go into a new era married to the incorrect person or doing the wrong things in their life, and at that place's no mode you can approach that sort of setting-your-life-in-lodge with some kind of ironic detachment. It's gotta be for real. I estimate that doing this tape was me attempting to do that myself. I mean, I've never agreed with the view that we were ironic anyhow, not in the style that it was usually used, which was that I had some kind of faintly amused, discrete view of things."

Information technology's non often that a music video does annihilation other than ruin the viewer'due south cherished preconception of what a song is about, but Pulp's prune for 'This Is Hardcore' is a notable exception in that it crystalises many of the underlying themes in the band's music. The prune, based effectually the premise of an unfinished Hollywood B-flick, suggests an almost tragic bete noir atmosphere, positing the camera equally a clinical observer of human foibles, the artist as voyeur.

"The matter is, I think, because of the manner our society is now, everybody's a voyeur," Cocker admits. "You get a lot of your ideas nearly the globe from watching Boob tube or films or listening to songs. I did anyway, mayhap I got more than most because I but watched and so much bloody television when I were younger, I dunno. Then y'all're brought up with the idea of watching stuff, but then you lot discover out that, although information technology gives the illusion of giving you information about things, all it'south doing is showing you pictures of it, it doesn't really explain what it's actually like."

So why portray such a grim, graphic song with such lush textures?

"Well, technicolour was similar the apex of that thing in those large Hollywood films of the tardily '50s where everything was artificial," he explains. "You would never get colours like that in nature and, every fourth dimension somebody got in a car it was done with rear projection. Information technology's all completely stylised and I suppose a lot of the fourth dimension our songs are about trying to become underneath that surface of what the things really are, merely at the same time actually liking that stuff."

The video clip concludes with a feathery homage to that "visionary lyricist of cinematic eroticism" Busby Berkeley, a pre- and post-state of war director whose camera moves have been compared to the thrust of the sexual act, and whose surreal choreography routines have suggested h2o-lily vaginas opening and closing (The Gang's All Hither) and orgasmic sea anemones (Fashions Of 1934).

"I really love those things considering they're then artificial and they could only exist for the photographic camera," Jarvis enthuses. "And yet there's something very moving about those Busby Berkeley films. What I've kind of worked information technology out to is that he does these things where existent people are making these fantastic kind of kaleidoscopic patterns in real time, all working together making this beautiful shape, then information technology seems very harmonious. Then he ever gets a kind of close shot, where he goes along the chorus line and yous see the individual girls faces, and they're non like fantastic beauties or anything, but they create this beautiful thing that tin only e'er be for the camera. If you lot were there watching it happen, it wouldn't be the same thing. Then that's why I was actually glad that we managed to get that routine in at the cease of the video."

The vocal itself suggests that Jarvis, the 'I Spy' of the last album, has, like one of Chandler or Marlowe's gumshoes, been exhausted by as well many years of witnessing human being immorality. Only instead of dispassionately taking snapshots and notes of an human action that "men in stained raincoats pay for", he'due south too a willing participant. If that last album was about sexual activity every bit revenge, this one seems to accept that revenge, especially when exacted through sex, is ultimately hollow.

"Hardcore pornography is the brick wall at the end of this kind of tunnel," Cocker decides. "If all the romance is stripped away, information technology becomes only a physical process, and you realise that... in some means, you're constantly trying to strip this stuff away, all the bamboozlement and the veils, and when yous get to the end of it, to the actual matter, you want to put all the clothes dorsum on it, considering information technology's all a bit repulsive in a way. That's really what that song, and the record every bit a whole is trying to get at, that maybe you lot practice have to go along a flake of distance from things. Hardcore porn has a brutalising effect. I mean, information technology'southward similar life itself. If you lot get down to the basics of life - eating, shitting, fucking, whatever - if yous think of it like that, it's pretty barbarous. You have to add together a spiritual or human dimension to make information technology something more than. There'south an obsession in our society of seeing stuff - I mean, I was away when the final part of that Human Torso plan was on, when they were going to show the bloke dying. I was curious similar anybody else about seeing that, but there was function of me that thought, 'You know, maybe this is ane of these things that y'all shouldn't prove'. This matter that because at present yous can prove it, that you should, or that it's stupid to go along these illusions - maybe what people are realising now is that y'all get to this nitty-gritty, and it'due south quite a cold, uninviting place."

This Is Hardcore might exist seen as the female parent of all sexual hangovers, the moaning after the night before. Certainly, Jarvis brutal foul of the odd tabloid fuck-and-tell episode. Did women queue up to be blest by the Cocker cucumber?

"They did, and I did have advantage of it, yeah," he admits. "And I suppose I paid the price for information technology. If yous think of fucking someone in the aforementioned way as yous think about having a cigarette or a drinkable, that'southward not right. 'Course, then the affair is, I'm in a ring and we sell records, and in a way I'm a commodity, and if you lot commencement thinking that style yourself, possibly y'all're gonna run the take a chance that you get consumed and chucked away. The women in these porn films get used up at a rate of knots. Information technology's like seeing people as consumer products, and I suppose maybe it is a symptom of the fact that now, you purchase something, y'all use it and y'all chuck it away, and to start seeing human beings in that way is wrong, and information technology does happen."

This disillusion with mechanical sex is highlighted in the line, "What exactly do you practise for an encore?" - the point when the estrus of the moment evaporates, and you lot're left with dick in manus, covered in infant oil or hazelnut yoghurt or human faeces, feeling empty, spent, and stupid. "Well, yeah, it's the feeling that you've done it all, or exhausted every variation," Jarvis admits. "And I'yard not just talking about a sexual thing hither. Then you say, 'Well, what do you practise for an encore?' Perhaps that was a question that I was asking meself a lot whilst nosotros were really making the tape. But information technology answered itself actually, because we made some other album."

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