Songs Of Experience
Pulp's latest album is proof that fame can go to your head ... and
leave you with one hell of a headache.
Many things have changed in the three years since Pulp released
their
best-selling album to date, Different Class, the album that made
them major U.K. stars. Yes, there was
the
Michael Jackson incident at the Brit Awards. And the fact that
frontman
Jarvis Cocker's scrawny but sexy body has been featured in most
major
American music magazines (although the group has yet to sell many albums
here), not to mention the attention that he
received in
his native England. But success did something
else to the band's lyricist -- it aged him.
The marked difference in Cocker's songs -- and even in the way he
delivers
them -- is a bit frightening at first. Particularly if you've gotten
used
to the intelligent-but-outcast,
attractive-but-lacking-confidence-so-still-watching-others-have-
the-sex-you-
want lyrics and the alternately breathy or tongue-in-cheeky vocals
that
Cocker laid down on Different Class. You'd think that three
years
of finally being in the "in crowd" would have inspired Cocker to
write more
witty, revealing songs in the vein of "Common People" and "Sorted
For E's
And Wizz." But Cocker has abandoned his position as the leader of
the
"Mis-Shapes ... mistakes, misfits" (Different Class' opener), an
image that he had cultivated throughout his band's history (which
dates back to 1978 in the
burnt-out Northern England city of Sheffield).
Longtime Pulp fans undoubtedly will find This Is Hardcore a
bit
difficult to digest upon the first few listens. The danceable pop of
Different Class and its predecessor, His 'N' Hers, has
vanished, replaced by music that alternates between darker,
more
serious melodies and (at the other end of the spectrum) glam-tinged
tunes
with the jaded vocals and lyrics of an older, wiser Cocker.
Clocking in at just over an hour, This Is Hardcore finds Cocker
dealing with living, aging and the thought of dying, with some
disconcertingly downcast and tired near-condemnations of partying,
sex and
keeping up appearances. Even though longtime
guitarist/violinist/songwriter Russell Senior left the band before
recording for its sixth album began, Pulp have progressed musically
and, as
usual, their sound is retro-influenced yet ahead of its time.
The somber, haunted tones and droning guitar of This Is
Hardcore's
opener, "The Fear," could be coming from a shuttered but possessed
Fun
House the day after the carnival's ended. But it's not that kind
of fear that Cocker sings about; this is " 'Music from a Bachelor's
Den'
-- the sound of loneliness turned up to ten/ A horror soundtrack
from a
stagnant water-bed." The swelling crescendo of voices and the eerie
tune
grow on you, and the album's initial shocker actually stands out as
one of
the best of the album's 13 songs.
Perhaps most startling are "This Is Hardcore" and the
eight-and-one-half-minute epic "Seductive Barry."
From the opening lyrics, "You are hardcore, you make me hard,"
there's no
doubt that this is going to be another one of Cocker's songs about
sexual
memoirs, whether they be real-life experiences or overblown
daydreams. But
instead of the whispered naughtiness of "I Spy" and
"F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.," sex is reduced to a mechanical
routine befitting a skin flick on the title track: "Oh that goes in
there/
Then that goes in there/ Then that goes in there/ & then it's over."
The
lyrics are equally unimaginative in "Seductive Barry," an
overwrought
sexcapade that features Neneh Cherry's guest vocals (and moans)
with
Cocker's robotic, monotonous recitation of "Don't stop it now/ Now
is so
right." Surprisingly similar in theme and music, these two songs
stand out
as Cocker's most distinct departure from his sex-obsessed ways; no
longer wide-eyed and yearning to get in on the action, Cocker's voice
is as seedy and indifferent as the album's cover art -- a topless
woman overmade up to resemble a sex doll.
"Dishes" starts out with the auspicious lyrics "I am not Jesus though
I
have the same initials -- I am the man who stays home and does the
dishes."
But the song's promise of wit and irony goes unfulfilled as it swiftly
lapses into such unoriginal commonplace as "I'd like to make this
water
wine but it's impossible/ I've got to get these dishes dry." In the
overwhelmingly mundane lyrics of a song about a monotonous daily
task,
Cocker comes his closest ever to flirting with religious themes, and
in the
end he seems to lament but accept that "the earth is where we are."
On "Glory Days" Cocker fancies himself a glam star, and it's one of
the few songs on the
album that you can imagine him writhing around to in all his gangly
splendor. Cocker practically challenges the Thin White Duke for his
title
in the glam-aurous "Party Hard," a further comedown from the "E's
And Whiz"
that finds Cocker philosophizing: "Why do we have to half kill
ourselves
just to prove we're alive?"
The only songs that remotely resemble Different Class are
"I'm A
Man" and "Help The Aged," which was released well in advance of
the album as This Is Hardcore's first U.K. single. These two
songs are the most poppy, with Cocker's voice coming across strong
and clear.
The CD's natural conclusion would seem to be "The Day After The
Revolution"
-- with Cocker uttering "It's over, bye-bye" -- but the strangely
charming,
catchy "Like A Friend" is tacked on as track 13. The album's first
American single -- it's also featured on the Great
Expectations
soundtrack -- "Like A Friend" starts off acoustic and slowly speeds
up,
gaining momentum and instrumentation with Cocker reciting an
amusing list
of metaphors such as "You are the last drink I never should have
drunk/ You
are the body hidden in the trunk/ You are the cut that makes me hide
my
face/ You are the party that makes me feel my age."
In the end, you'll probably miss the old, er, younger Cocker, but you'll
eventually realize that you can't stop yourself from listening to
This
Is Hardcore, in all its glam-schlock brilliance. The sex was stale,
you're battling a pharmaceutically triggered yet pharmaceutically
untouchable hangover and it's as aggravating as the incredibly bright
sunshine that's streaming into your bleary eyes -- it's painful at
first,
but you just can't stop yourself from doing it again and again.