Pulp

“Sonic Youth,” I intoned. “The edifice upon which much of the significant musical graffiti of the last two decades has been sprayed.”

They’re poppy without being derivative, literate without being pretentious, Jarvis Cocker has that sexy-nerd thing happening like no British musician in years.

They’ve studied all the greasy, decadent underground rock moves and present them as if doing a doctoral thesis on them.