Pulp – Disco 2000 Review

Listeners to the seminal classic Disco 2000 will all have their very own fountain down the road. Whether it is that literal waterworks or a town centre their dad put the streetlights in, it matters not. Pulp crafted an anthem for the ages – one of the finest tracks put to tape – and their recent tour is surplus to the argument of its genius. The classic Different Class single has found a form of its own in recent years, an essential club and pub track which filters through on gloomy days as a shining light in an otherwise feeble disaster of a day. It is the lust and love featured within from the out-of-the-loop protagonist Jarvis Cocker writes himself into which marks Disco 2000 as a world-beating track of defiance meeting distress. 

From a guitar riff recognised around the globe to a desire to recall the glory days from Cocker’s exceptional lyrics of longing for a woman who moved on far sooner than his protagonist did, Disco 2000 is a lightning-in-a-bottle moment. Brief spats of repetition, the cavalcade of usual Pulp stylings and the sexed-up presentation of all those years ago through the glittering eye of nostalgia – the hopeful claims they were on the verge of big plans decades before, it comes together wonderfully. What an ironic thing it would be to meet up with all those people who never batted an eyelid while getting to know them.  

Life comes at you fast and for the lyrics Cocker puts out here, from being a mess at school to being friends but never more, Disco 2000 hits through not just as a track for the left-field losers painted as Pulp fans but for the generations after it. An anthemic classic in every sense of the word for its easy-to-access hooks, and its booming chorus which charms and writhes in the guilt and fear of meeting up with old pals. Collect those memories, the oohs and aahs of how everyone around you has grown – not that it’s any of your business anyway. Disco 2000 is a song which survives on its own, far away from the album of course but it lives on as a perfect example of Pulp quality.  

Cocker was right all along. It is strange now we’re all fully grown. You aren’t the same as you are in your youth. Like the cells in your head or the tastebuds in your mouth, change occurs whether we like it or not. Plans change, times change and the people hanging around those fountains down the road aren’t there anymore. Even then, there is still the hope of reconnecting with the flickering flames and former friends who were never meant to be part of the future, as though time away changes the heart. It doesn’t. If they are Disco 2000 reminisces for them and paints them as vague failures. Stuck in the rut they were in all those years ago when they were having their first times and worst times. Disco 2000 is an essential piece of work not just for the Pulp discography, not just for the 1990s indie spectrum of work but for the shift in tone a genre can take. To turn it on its head as Pulp did with this is beyond the pale. A gift of a track – and Pulp has plenty of those.