If I was a woman (A hot blonde woman with big breasts and a apple-bottom booty) i'd sleep with Jarvis Cocker. Hell, I'd probably sleep with him now and i'm all man baby. All Man. You want tickets to the gun show? You gotta wait in line sweet thing.
Pulp were the the on-off favourites of the Britpop era. Known mainly for their songs
Common People and
Disco 2000, they released a good handful of albums in their career. Jarvis bieng the quirky kind of guy he is, also famously ruined
Michael Jackson's performace at the 1996 BRIT awards by charging onstage, throwing the V-Sign, waggling his arse about and generally causing a bit of a tit of himself. Good times, good times.
Then Jarvis went tits-up, got fucked on coke and threw in the towel ("Indefinate Haitus" my arse) in 2002, calling and end to their career. Everyone else from the band drifted into the world of the middle-class and got jobs at Dixons or HMV, Jarvis carried on running off his fame and scoring a few points in the world of indie with the band
Relaxed Muscle and popping his head in on the movie Harry Potter &. The Goblet Of Fire.
The year now is 2006 and he's finally got off his arse and recorded a solo album, egotistically titled
`Jarvis` and truth be told, it's not too bad. Not a shining on anything
Pulp related, but all the same it's decent.
Pulp however, are the unfortunate reason The Arctic Monkeys exist. Shame on them. Shame.
This is Jarvis Cocker's famous arse-wiggling in 1996.
His new album's out 13th November. Buy it, fuckers.