There are no known recordings.
It has been known for Jarvis Cocker to be wheeled on stage in a bathchair before. The only props tonight were a pair of maracas and a tin foil backdrop but there was no lack of play acting.
Jarvis lurches and leaps like Freddie Garrity with contact lenses, backed by an electric violin, toytown organ and... isn't that Suggs on drums?
Pulp music sounds like nothing you've ever heard. At their best, songs like 'Love Is Blind' are like the epics you invent in your head on the way home from the pub. Pulp perform them in a similarly inebriated manner.
At other times though, their sense of theatre gets the better of them - remember DAF's 'Kebab Traume"? 'Well it doesn't mean that in English but it often sounded like the singer was having a kebab trauma tonight. Belching and retching noises do not make for top entertainment now, do they?
In Jarvis's book, love is a never ending David Lynch film — songs like 'Going Back To Find Her' are as black as pitch. Pulp want to be as horribly compelling as a circus freakshow. Taking 'Yellow River', The Devil Went Down To Georgia' and Leonard Cohen for inspiration they come across like an amateur dramatic society hamming it up deliberately to upset the vicar.
An all new set meant the songs were unfamiliar to even the faithful few who turned up. The forthcoming FON single should win them a few more converts but judging by tonight's performance Pulp would be wise to enter the Eurovision Song Contest. I kid you not, they could win it.