Maturity is a tricky thing for pop stars. There’s nothing more ridiculous than a middle-aged, culturally relevant millionaire spouting verses about teenage romance and frustrated lust. But on the other hand, you don’t really want to hear the idols of your youth opining on tax strategies and expensive schooling options for their offspring. Jarvis Cocker, here in his first album as Pulp in a quarter century, navigates this difficulty with skill. He still oozes rock star charisma (“I was born to perform/It’s a calling/I exist to do this/Shouting and pointing” from “Spike Island”) while also acknowledging a different phase of life.
Category: Jarvis Cocker
The Trip :: Curated By Jarvis Cocker & Steve Mackey
We’ve discussed the art of the mix many times on AD in the past, none more so than on A Cassette Valediction parts one and two . A well curated mix, be it an […]
Jarvis Cocker :: Further Complications
When Jarvis Cocker first called a hiatus, if not an end, to the band he had fronted for 20 years, it was hard to imagine what else a solo Jarvis could sound […]
