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Nice commentary. Yep, I think one thing that is worth considering is the context, a theme running through Pulp's work, of claustrophobia/lack of option in most, if not all, walks of life.
Eg their post enormous stardom album, This is Hardcore, isn't an album about the poor people and how rubbish their lives are. It's an album written by a man/band who turned up to the opening of an envelope for a couple of years and were disgusted with themselves.
It's possible that the KCs will take this route, but it seems unlikely given the unreflexive nature of their criticism.
This may well be bias, but I never felt that Pulp, even in their most potentially-snobbish lyrics (and I agree, lyrics like, what's the point of being rich/you don't know what to do with it/'cause you're so bleeding thick certainly demand interrogation) were criticising from a comfortable distance.
On the same album, as pointed out above, you get 'Common People', which spikes at rich/posh people for pretending to a groovy bohemanism without taking the financial risks.
Pulp write about class conflict from a variety of viewpoints, and aren't often pleased with themselves. (see His 'n Hers and This is Hardcore). This, I think, comes from having moved across class boundaries themselves to an enormous degree, and being aware of what it's like from several different perspectives.
You've also got, on the same album, Monday Morning, which again takes the pointlessness of unsatisfying workaday existences as its subject, observing someone's week-to-weekend existence. *Not* slating the protagonist for being poor, or thick, but retelling the claustrophobia of lives without options.
I don't, having looked up a bunch of KCs lyrics, get any sense of this perspective shift.
But I did find this, on Flyboy's excellent notion of 'the cunt fear' (see *that's* a Pulp title, if ever I heard one) from Everyday I Love You Less:
Oh, and my parents love me
Oh, and my girlfriend loves me
Everyday I love you less and less
I can't believe once you and me did sex
It makes me sick to think of you undressed
Since everyday I love you less and less
And everyday I love you less and less
You're turning into something I detest
And everybody says that your a mess
Since everyday I love you less and less
Compare this to Underwear, again from DC:
You couldn't stop it now.
There's no way to get out.
He's standing far too near.
How the hell did you get here.
Semi-naked in somebody else's room.
I'd give my whole life to see it.
Just you,
stood there,
only in your underwear.
KCs are definite, Pulps are ambiguous, KC's are pretty sure in their superiority aside from occasional moments of breastbeating. Pulp are very rarely positioning themselves as seperate/privileged observers.
Perhaps it does partly come down to quality of writing, what a lyricist is able to suggest in their work? |
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