"Nobody wants to admit they're growing old, or give up the luxury of youth,
the irresponsibility. But how are we supposed to grow old and not
become embarassing or abysmally boring? Do we all have to become Phil
Collins?...I think it's our evolutionary duty to come up with an
alternative lifestyle that's got some dignity, but is still a bit lively."
--Jarvis Cocker in Spin Magazine, May 1998
The music media seems suspiciously divided on the subject of aging
rockers. Some attack with ferocity anyone over thirty who dares to strap
on an electric guitar, while others mindlessly gush over the fact that
Keith Richards's arthritis doesn't prevent him from rewriting old Stones
tunes at the ripe age of 987. Whether you think Grandpa Mick belongs in a
recording studio or a retirement home, you must admit that no major rock
icon has yet sufficiently addressed the idea of growing old and kicking ass
at the same time. While some minor rock figures (Steve Earle, John Hiatt)
enjoy teasing the issue, others (Neil Young, the aforementioned Rolling
Stones) have flat- out ignored it, and still others (Bruce Springsteen,
Elvis Costello) have altogether retreated into their "grown-up" music,
perhaps never to return.
So who is the adult voice of the "punk generation," the second thus far to
reach adulthood surrounded by the aural umbrella of pop music? Their
parents never bothered to find new icons or voices; they seemed content
enough reliving their youth through their Elvis and Beatles records.
Surely the generation reaching their twenties and thirties right now can
see how pathetic this was, and is searching for an alternative.
On their latest album, "This is Hardcore," Pulp dives to the bottom of the
rock quagmire and begins to drag up the pieces of a rock philosophy for
those who lead singer Jarvis Cocker might call "the aged" (accent on the
"-ed" ending, natch). Fortunately, he doesn't try to put those pieces
together. The master stroke of this album (and of most great art) is that
it provides no answers; the clues are there, but it's up to the listener to
piece them together. It's clear what one must lose as age advances; there
are vicious send-ups of the hard partying lifestyle ("Party Hard") and of
hollow nostalgia ("Glory Days," NOT a Springsteen cover by any means). But
ultimately, the solutions to this puzzle are never provided.
Cocker's lyrics stray away from his usual focus on the class tensions
dividing England, and find themselves wandering into interesting new
territories. "A Little Soul" rips off the opening lick from Smokey
Robinson's "Tracks of My Tears" and features a man advising his son not to
imitate his irresponsible style of living: "I'd love to help you/But
everybody's telling me/You look like me/But please don't turn out like me."
In "Dishes," he plays the role of a "man who stays home and does the
dishes," perhaps a former rocker who's settled in to live a quiet life in
suburbia, and will never again stand in the pop spotlight. A lyrical
snippet from "Dishes," regarding the realistic life of adulthood and its
bittersweet contrast with the fantasy-propelled existence of one's youth,
could sum up the record's thematic approach: "I'm not worried that I will
never touch the stars/Cause stars belong up in heaven/And the earth is
where we are."
Pulp as a rock band are in great form on "This is Hardcore," demonstrating
a huge capacity for versatility between the slower numbers and the rock
tunes. As compared to 1996's "Different Class," this album adopts a
baroque, blurry production style. The instruments don't slice through one
another to take prominence in the mix, but instead blend together, melting
into a unified, hazy sound that's reminiscent of early Bowie. On the
traditional Pulp creepy stalker numbers, such as the title track and
"Seductive Barry," this smoky production approach adds a great deal of
ambience and tension to the music and Cocker's frightening whisper.
So, is there life for aging rockers? Jarvis Cocker and Pulp seem to think
so, and they're trying to figure out how to approach existence as both a
rocker and a senior on "This is Hardcore." It's an incredibly mature album
that advances leaps beyond the band's previous work to place Pulp firmly in
the pantheon of vital British pop artists. Though I'm sure Jarvis is more
worried about how long he'll last on Earth and what he'll do when he's
eighty, it might not be surprising if this album outlives he and his
bandmates by a stretch. After all, elderly rock stars will always need
advice on how to live life without tipping into self-parody.