Live review: Duane Eddy/Jarvis Cocker/Richard...
Having lived here for a spell back in the ‘90s, this reviewer never thought in a million years that this part of south London would ever feel like Tennessee. Compton maybe, but not Tennessee. But tonight, incredibly, it does. To celebrate...
Live Review:Jarvis Cocker
the grand old man of lit-pop is entering territory as fraught with danger as a minefield – and there are just two ways to navigate through. Relive all those past glories into his dotage, or stride incisively on, à la Nick Cave. Being a proper...
Album review: Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker has [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI6kAShlByw"]duetted with Beth Ditto[/url], wiggled his anus at Michael Jackson and dressed up as Rolf Harris on national TV – really, unless he joins Mongrel, he shouldn’t surprise us...
Jarvis Cocker
If your reason for being in the music industry is finding things you like and letting other people hear them, then that’s not a business thing, it’s a human thing,” muses Jarvis Cocker after tonight’s show, and that’s certainly the model...
Jarvis
A modern tale of the Asbo-tastic junk food-fed kids, probably wearing hoodies (© Daily Mail), nicking Jarvis’ phone. And if the idea of old-school Cocker actually owning such a modern accoutrement fills you with depression, take it up with your...
Jarvis: Shockwaves NME Awards Shows, Astoria,...
In a week when bullets began to fly again in London’s badlands, political commentators were two-a-penny. But for the Astoria faithful tonight, there’s only one man who can X-ray the soul of modern Britain. With a flurry of outsized limbs and...
Shockwaves NME Awards Show: Jarvis Cocker,...
Phew! Jarv 's been turning out covers by the likes of David Bowie and Prince lately, but tonight he excelled himself by playing TWO - Talking Heads ' 'Heaven' was lovely, but he eclipsed that by closing his set with a coruscating version...
Jarvis: Don’t Let Him Waste Your Time
Having given us the first ever righteous, non-novelty use of the word ‘cunt’ in pop in 2006 (and how the expletive-friendly fucks among us rejoiced!), 2007 finds El Jarvo returning to more familiar territory of not getting to shag the lass of...
Jarvis Cocker: La Cigale, Paris; Sunday...
Locked in a vaudevillian theatre on the northern side of their city, 600 Parisians are gazing in rapture at a Steel City bedsit laureate wrapping his iconic limbs around a microphone stand and his silver tongue around the planet’s most succulent...
Jarvis: Jarvis
It’s no secret that Jarvis Cocker sees himself as an outsider. But sometime around 2003 it got so bad he quit the country. With Pulp over, a war in Iraq getting nastier by the day and a wife and kid to worry about, more than ever, Jarvis had had...
