Pulp Countdown (12 Days): Sorted For E’s & Wizz

Toronto – One of the two top charting singles for Pulp in 1995, Sorted for E’s and Wizz was released as a double A side single along with Mis-shapes. The sleeve work for the single caused some controversy in England as it depicted a certain way to sneak drugs into various places. The track itself was an instant classic, a song about going to a Stone Roses concert show at Spike Island under a haze of drugs. Obviously I wasn’t living in that era, but I would suspect this track nicely summarizes the way that misguided e-filled youths lived their lives back then. Despite the track being almost fifteen years old, it can still resonate with the times of today,especially with all these music festivals seemingly on a weekly basis (Primavera, Coachella, Osheaga, Pitchfork, Bonnarroo, etc). Just take a look at the opening lines

Oh, is this the way they say the future’s meant to feel?
Or just 20,000 people standing in a field?

Makes you wonder if this has been done all before. One of my favorite tracks, check it out.



Oh, is this the way they say the future’s meant to feel?
Or just 20,000 people standing in a field?
And I don’t quite understand just what this feeling is
But that’s okay cos we’re all sorted out for E’s and wizz
And tell me when the spaceship lands cos all this has just got to mean something

In the middle of the night, It feels alright
But then tommorow morning, Oh, then you come down

Oh yeah, the pirate radio told us what was going down
Got the tickets from some f**ked up bloke in Camden Town
Oh and no-one seems to know exactly where it is
But that’s okay cos we’re all sorted out for E’s and wizz
At 4 o’clock the normal world seems very, very, very far away
Alright

In the middle of the night, It feels alright
But then tommorow morning, Oh, then you come down

Just keep on moving,
Everybody asks your name
They say we’re all the same
and it’s “nice one, geezer”
But that’s as far as the conversation went
I lost my friends, I dance alone
it’s six o’clock, I wanna go home
But it’s “no way,” “not today,”
makes you wonder what it meant
And this hollow feeling grows and
Grows and grows and grows
And you want to phone your mother and say
“Mother, I can never come home again,
Cos I seem to have left an important part of my brain Somewhere
Somewhere in a field in Hampshire.”
Alright.

In the middle of the night, It feels alright
But then tommorow morning, Oh, then you come down

What if you never come down?

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