While Oasis were busy rabble-rousing with their lads' mag anthems and Blur were giving a distinctly middle class, south-east take on the burgeoning Brit Pop scene, a struggling indie band from Sheffield picked this time to step up their game with wit and Northern charm missing from their contemporaries and in Jarvis Cocker they gave every awkward and bespectacled kid that would have been bullied by a Gallagher, a new icon. Plus of course, he showed his arse to Michael Jackson, so that makes him OK by us.