Pulp - Disco 2000 (Different Class, 1995)

É inegável o revivalismo que sinto quando agora busco as origens do britrock ou britpop, movimento oriundo do underground londrino pertencente a um certo intelectualismo diletante, inescapavelmente niilista, correspondendo à moderna concepção de dandismo, desenquadradamente adaptados, relaxadamente alinhados, apontando o ridículo do normal, vaporando uma excentricidade moderada (ou irreverência disciplinada - os ingleses têm a palavra certa, kookiness), exaltando a distinção do indíviduo da multidão.

Ícones do ínicio como Pulp ou Suede, que recentemente voltei a procurar, fizeram-me reviver alguns sons eu ouvia já na pré-adolescência, como esta que aqui proponho. Sonoridade quase ejaculatória, letra e história simples (como em tudo o que é genial), e um vídeo de uma métrica clean e algo retro, glamoroso q.b..

Well we were born within one hour of each other.

Our mothers said we could be sister and brother.

Your name is Deborah... Deborah...

It never suited you...

Oh and they thought that when we grew up,

We'd get married, and never split up.

Oh we never did it... although often I thought of it...

Oh Deborah, do you recall? Your house was very small,

With wood chip on the wall. When I came around to call, you didnt notice me at all

So I said: Let's all meet up in the year 2000! Wont it be strange when were all fully grown?

Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road!

I never knew that youd get married... I would be living down here on my own

On that damp and lonely thursday years ago!

You were the first girl at school to get breasts,

And Martyn said that yours were the best!

Oh the boys all loved you but I was a mess...

I had to watch them trying to get you undressed.

We were friends, but that was as far as it went,

I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant,

Oh it meant nothing to you, 'cos you were so... popular