Ordinary People by Pulp

The title of “DILF” is not given without consideration. Any potential candidate, destined to tread the hallowed halls of DILFhood, must be picked with a fine-toothed comb, subject to more scrutiny than your traditionally attractive man. Beyond just being a “sexy older guy”, a good DILF should be 1) a parent of at least one child, 2) Previously attractive, and 3) currently attractive in a different way from their past. Jarvis Cocker, frontman and creative heart of reluctant Britpop titan Pulp, may look more like James Murphy distilled in a juicer and less like his 90s slender, high-cheekbones handsome boy image, but there’s a weathered look and finely aged. I do not know what to his stringy hair, salt-and-pepper beard and watery blue eyes. “Common People,” Cocker’s best-known composition, and a six-minute tirade against class tourism so saturated with mid-’90s disco-pop groove, the biting satire is nearly lost on first listen, aged (almost) as good as Cocker himself, and although his younger self may not have been smoking enough for the subject of the song (which, depending on who you ask, may be the wife of a Minister of Public Greek finance), Cocker is currently a completely different discussion.