Pitchfork has started this thing called The Sunday Review where they get someone to write in depth and at length about a classic album that the magazine has never reviewed before, either because it came out before they existed, or it's not been reissued in the intervening time.

This week it's me on Different Class by Pulp.

Apart from reckoning "Mis-Shapes" not much cop and  "Disco 2000" disconcertingly Laura Branigan-ish - brassy disco-rock -  I find it still to be an almost perfect record. 

So bulging with great stuff, I never even got around to mentioning this one in the review.