Montreux Gets a Taste of Pulp

Montreux Jazz suits him well. Jarvis Cocker, the disjointed moonwalker, struts onto the Vaudoise Riviera like it’s a stage carved from his own daydreams. Here, in the land of Chaplin, he bends his lanky frame with the grace of a marionette possessed, throwing punchlines laced with that unmistakably British self-deprecation – the mark of an […]

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