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It doesn't seem like Kaiser Chiefs either want to demonstrate ambivalence or would have the skill to do it. Which is another thing about Pulp - the musical arrangement of the Kaiser Chiefs is straight-down-the-line slowed-down punk rock, basically - their closest musical relative is probably Shed Seven. I'm not saying Pulp are theh Engima variations, but some of the references in their music - like the triumphalist, Wurlitzerish middle-eight in "Mis-Shapes" as the geeks unite and march on the townies - undercut and disrupt the message.
So, I'd probably summarise as:
1) Mis-Shapes is in part made more complex because it doesn't have the same sort of distance as "I Predict a Riot", but also because it doesn't actually seek to present a reality. The geeky kids rising up - taking the comforting thoughts of intellectual superiority that all geeks have and turning them into what is obviously a fantasy of revenge and supremacy (see, again, the video). "I Predict a Riot", on the other hand is documentary - this is what I see, this is how it is interpreted. There's no distance between the action and the narrator. I think, on reflection, that's quite a big thing. "Mis-Shapes" goes from a quiet statement of entitlement ("But we live round here too" - we are in the same boat, and it's slef-defeating for us to fight) to an utterly empty rallying-cry where the oppressed become the oppressors. It's the sound of the kid who has run all the way home telling himself that it's a good thing none of those townies were stupid enough to mess with him. "I Predict a Riot" purports simply to describe a situation in documentary terms - the town centre is full of slappers and drunks, and it's all going to end in tears.
I confess thhat I do quite like:
Would never have happened to Smeaton,
An old Leodiensian
As a lyric, but there's where it gets a bit interesting. On one level that's a complaint about the way the police give the posh kids an easy ride, but it's also, and I think primarily, saying that things just ain't what they used to be. Since I'm pretty sure that there were no Policeman to look at fuunny in Leeds in the early 18th century, he's probably right.
On the other hand:
I can't believe once you and me did sex
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