I thought that Pulp’s Common People had been inescapable in the 90s, but a recent and brief personal survey corrected that perception. Â Here:
And if it’s not new to you, and it’s stayed in your playlist rotation as long as it has mine, you’ll find this examination of it more than a little brilliant:
In this scenario, Jarvis has the power and if the song continued in this vein it would be just a wittier, less misogynistic version of â€œsilly little rich girlâ€ Stones songs like Stupid Girl andÂ Out of Time. But then she smiles and holds his hand and the whole song shockingly, brilliantly snaps in half.
A terrific way to describe it, really. It goes on:
Itâ€™s as if a trap door has opened up under Jarvis and his sudden sense of big-picture powerlessness wipes the smirk from his face. The rage that consumes the rest of the song is way out of proportion to anything the girl said: sheâ€™s the trigger, not the cause. His voice becomes ever more ragged and desperate, and his anger shreds his coherence.