As they ably demonstrated with last year’s comeback shows, Pulp were as much on form as a live act as they were being an albums and single band. When you listen to them at home (whilst not reading along to the lyrics), they make the big ideas that much more personal, and the personal seem important.
But live (or equally, dancing along with a crowd in a club), they make the everyday and humdrum and personal unifying. Jarvis Cocker’s lyrics speak to you as if you’re the only person in the world, but never alone. And on the subject of love, he’s at the top of his game.
This live version of F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E (possibly my favourite Pulp song) is from the CD single of that other sweet reminder on the subject, Something Changed. Whilst that track is cute and sentimental, it’s the gnawing anxiety of the emotion that resonates with me, hence this choice of track.
“It doesn’t make no sense, no, it’s not convenient, no, it doesn’t fit my plans but I’ve got that taste in my mouth again…”
Which brings us to the end of my Ps: P. Diddy; Part Chimp; Pavement; Candi Payne; Peaches; Peeping Tom; Pet; Peter Bjorn & John; Pharoahe Monch; Pharrell; Billie Piper; Ping Pong Bitches; Pink Grease; Pixies; Pizzaman; Pizzicato Five; PJ Harvey; Placebo; The Pogues; Poison The Well; Emma Pollock; The Presets; The Presidents of the United States of America; Pretty Girls Make Graves; Primal Scream; Primitive Radio Gods; P. J. Proby; The Prodigy; Propellerheads; Eric Prydz; Psyched Up Janis; Public Enemy; Puff Daddy & The Family; Pulp; Pure Reason Revolution & Pure Rubbish