Pulp are back together. In a sense, they were never apart. Officially on hiatus since 2002, some 8 years later they have returned with all original members to restore their unique sound to Britain. They’re bringing back their brilliance, they’re bringing back their blazers, they’re bringing back the fun, and they’re bringing back filthy choruses, tarnished joy and kitchen-sink wit. And there has never been a better time. When the news isn’t about cuts and Wagner, it’s about war and protests, what Britain needs right now is a sensible voice of silly reason. Jarvis Cocker and Pulp have always been that voice, that northern smirk of silken cynicism that marked the alternative stance in the 90’s can mark that same boyish rebellion in 2010. Since they mocked and mooned and moaned their way through magazines and chart-shows Pulp have existed as the type of band you get once in a generation – an iconic, unequivocally British, “put them on a stamp” type group. Their return, whether motivated by money or not is not just a nostalgic peek back to perfect pop or a chance for the middle-aged to mourn the death of their youth, it is the perfect opportunity for people across the big society: students, kids and the uninspired, to start bands, buy casios, be bold and be funny, make statements and understand that only through the most profound prism of hope and personality will things ever seem “good” again. When they stand on a stage, a backdrop of evening and a uniform of Oxfam, they will not look any different to how they did in 95’. Age has not wearied them, nor the years condemn, but in fact like their trousers and brogues, the sting of time has made them more profound and more important. They’ll sing the hits, they’ll play some tunes and act polite and gracious but past the explicit expressions of fun, sex, women and Britain their will be an underlying message that in phrases like “common people” and now that we are “all fully grown” there is still and will always be a need for the everyman to speak up. Admittedly, our everyman will be swivelling, gyrating and forming shapes tantamount to hieroglyphics, but that is just the point. He is our everyman. Pulp are our band. Just when we needed them, they answered our silent call; asking us to remember our first time, find our lip-gloss, dust off our pencil skirts and walk on down to D.I.S.C.O 2010. Pulp are coming home. Rejoice.