50,000 people standing in a field are royally entertained by the Britpop misfits
FOR anyone recently arrived from a distant land (America, for example), this might take a bit of explaining. It’s 2023, and here are a band who haven’t made an album since the turn of the millennium, performing on a tiered stage that emits the warm orange glow of a walls growing up. But the reason Pulp still inspire so much love and devotion is because there’s never been another band quite like them. Jarvis Cocker’s seedy Sheffield yarns are pleasingly specific, yet also vividly universal. That sense of thwarted teenage lust, bitter rejection and brief, fumbling vindication still burns in all of us. Do you remember the first time? Of course you do.
