Those people, of course, are very, very wrong.
Pulp was always something else. It had been around since the post-punk early '80s (when it was a bizarro dark band from Sheffield that intrigued the great John Peel). Its peculiar lineup could include a silent lady keyboard player and a dapper violinist with a Weimar hairdo.
And, of course, it had Jarvis Cocker, one of the most intelligent frontmen ever, an epic self-mythologizer who could wax poetic and sexy about everything from white-trash UK daily life, to class resentments, to his own panic attacks.
Pulp disintegrated slowly around the turn of the millennium and Jarvis went on to short-lived married life (with a French beauty, natch) and to sow his wild oats as a solo artist (including the obligatory Steve Albini-produced album).
But now, they've reunited for some European dates, and people from around the world (including a few lucky Angelenos) are converging at Barcelona for their big reunion show at the Primavera festival.
As a warmup for the Primavera gig, a couple of days ago Pulp played a smallish show in Toulouse, France. Wanna see what Pulp's "Disco 2000 sounds like in 2011?: