4.1 + Pulp's flair for dynamics and theatrics are here. "Common People" remains an amazing allegory for the struggles of British class struggle that's catchy and bursting with life. There are also several tracks colored by Cocker's penchant for the Smutty (with a capital "S"). "Monday Morning" reads like a tract from "Tropic of Cancer." In fact, at some point I'll want to give the lyrics more than a cursory skim. There's a literary aspect here that I have yet to fully appreciate.