Pulp – review

Brixton Academy, LondonEver since guitar music exchanged its dependency on new blood for a life support machine, band reunions have come thick and fast. Some have been cynical, bloodless exercises in late onset remuneration, and some have been excellent fun for all that (Pixies, say). Many, though, have served merely as grim reminders of how unforgiving the passage of time can be; how you cannot, ever, replicate the granular ecology in which bands originally thrived, and how your own days of ...

Read full article Share article