If you only know Jarvis Cocker as the frontman of one of the country’s finest rock bands in recent memory, you may be forgiven for thinking that Jarvis peaked as a performer and lyricist in the ‘90s.
Prowling onto the stage with a wry grin, Cocker and his band provided unequivocal proof that he is at no shortage of things to say and finds fascinating ways to say them.
The physical embodiment of ‘enigmatic’, there was an unflappable magnetism that was emanating from seasoned star, as in between tracks he would find himself lost in a bewildering and nonsensical ramble.
Tackling topics from dead dogs in outer space to Adam Ant’s fascination for train spotting, these moments of abstract and unexplainable only unpin the alien allure of Jarvis.
With ease, the rock icon slithered through tracks off his newest release with the band, as well as dipping into a back catalogue for many of his solo hits, bookmarked by tracks from the Pulp archives.
With an invigorating energy throughout, the verbose showmanship of Cocker kept the audience effortlessly transfixed.
