Jarvis Cocker

Jarvis Cocker Turns 62, Gets Giant Lantern; Asks for Pics, Not Presents

A fan crafts an oversized lantern of Jarvis Cocker to mark his 62nd birthday, parading it through Ulverston’s Lantern Parade with local artisanal flair. The singer responds on Instagram, intrigued and amused, requesting a photo of it illuminated—equal parts flattered and faintly bewildered.

Meanwhile, Pulp drifts through a North American tour, one show shy of Cocker’s 61st year. Their first album in 24 years, ‘More’, lands a Mercury Prize nod and, like a middle-aged sigh, reflects knowingly on the same warped themes—but with less hair gel.

Jarvis Cocker shrugs off Britpop tag: “I’ve always hated that word”

Jarvis Cocker, still fronting Pulp with his usual restraint, shrugs off the Britpop label like an ill-fitting jacket, declaring he’s “always hated that word.” He refuses affiliation, suggesting the term came after the real energy had already stirred—when indie bands flirted with mainstream attention and revolution felt barely out of reach.

Reflecting on the so-called Britpop revival—Oasis, Suede, Supergrass—he allows that nostalgia might be surfacing again, just not the branding. On Oasis’ reunion run, he muses: “If I can get on the guestlist, I would love to see what they do!”