Ha ha, finally I get the jump on my arch-nemesis Tom Ewing and his music loving ways. Over on his tedious attempt to commit suicide / listen to every UK number one ever he is stuck in the hinterland on 1972. Possibly with the odd sequin between his teeth and losing the ability to spell (due wholly to Noddy “short for Nodward” Holder). Well I am ahead of him now, as Lieutenant Pigeon’s biggest hit (and to be fair only hit of note, though the notes issue is one I shall shortly get to) was also from 1972, which he hasn’t reached yet. So let me put on my finest false beard and predict what Mr Ewing will fawn over this song.
“I have never been convinced by the excuse that a track is merely a novelty single. Mouldy Old Dough is a perfect example. It may well be a flashback of music hall styles, it may have an old lady bashing out ragtime jazz on a detuned piano. But what underpins the genius of Mouldy Old Dough is the glittering pop cynicism of the British music audience. They had taken Marc Bolan to their hearts, were in the process of assimilating David Bowie’s Antony Newley impression and therefore were ready and willing to grab anything that sounded a bit different. And some giffers shouting Mouldy Old Dough over sloppy ragtime was as different (and eventually less harmful) than The Glitter Band. Let it in your head, and it will never leave. And your life will be better for it.10 “
HA! Take that Ewing. I have seen your novelty sympathies and know where they lie. This is what I would say if let loose on the amusingly titles Popular.
“I have never been convinced by the excuse that a track is merely a novelty single. Mouldy Old Dough is a perfect example. It may well be a flashback of music hall styles, it may have an old lady bashing out ragtime jazz on a detuned piano. But it is still shit. Indeed it is shit because of this. What underpins the idiocy of Mouldy Old Dough is the glittering pop cynicism of the British music audience, who will buy any old tat if it makes them smile for a second. After all these fools had taken Marc Bolan to their hearts and were in the process of assimilating David Bowie’s piss-poor secondhand Antony Newley impression as the nest best thing. These micro-brained pop fans were ready and willing to grab anything that sounded a bit different. And some giffers shouting Mouldy Old Dough over sloppy ragtime was as different as The Glitter Band, and just as rubbish. IT IS PEOPLE SHOUTING MOULDY OLD DOUGH! Let it in your head, and it will never leave. And your life will be worse for it.”
On top of which how many bands can you think of which have the lead singers Mum as a full member? Especially a Mum who plays piano so badly. LOOK AT THEM! Mouldy Old Shite more like.