The Mold Monkies

The Mold Monkies

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For a select group of music lovers, “pop” means songs with energy. Songs with guitars that refuse to be ignored. Power pop — accent on the power. The Mold Monkies are for people who love that kind of pop.

Biography

Emerging from the primordial soup of two mens's collective unconscious, and bursting upon the American musical scene with all the force of a tractor-trailer full of pork chops, the Mold Monkies are here. And they won't leave.

Begun as an experiment in power pop by shadowy Northumberlandese pop fixture Nick Appleby (Chopper, The Absolute Zeros) and other guy Russell Shaddox (Buzzbaby, Biff and the Squids), the Mold Monkies quickly evolved into a joyous exploration of Spinal Tap's aphorism that "there's a fine line between stupid and clever."

"It's noisy, it's goofy, it's hyperenergized," said Russell, as his TV-glazed eyes slowly gravitated back toward the siren song of a CSI marathon. "But most of the songs have a genuine melody, which is an increasing rarity in today's mainstream pop landscape. So we're proud of that, or something."

Nick agrees, nodding his head slowly. Traumatized by the creation of the new CD, for weeks he has been unable to articulate any words except "Pat the bunny."

"Our formative cultural environment was the late 70s and early 80s," said Russell, clearly enraptured by the sound of his own voice. "Growing up in England, Nick loved the 'punk' and 'new wave' scenes that were all the rage with the youngsters back then. Meanwhile, I was in San Antonio, listening to a melting pot of power pop, prog-rock, punk, new wave, Celt-rock and Philly soul. That's why I am confused now, and look to Nick for direction and moral guidance."

"Pat the bunny," Nick agrees.

Overcome your natural repulsion. Find out what The Mold Monkies are all about, because if you don't, you won't know. What they're all about.

Lyrics

Nixon's Nose

Written By: ©2005 Russell Shaddox (BMI)

They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They think we need another Nixon, I suppose

The aliens are behind it
The Raelians are behind it
It’s somewhere where we can’t find it
Nixon’s nose

Is this how they get their kicks on
If only we could get a fix on
Don’t go running with a pointed stick, son
You might put out a nose

They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They think we need another Nixon, I suppose

The CIA is behind it
The KKK wouldn’t mind it
and Bam and Bob want to grind it
Nixon’s nose

He may show up before you know it
I hope they don’t clone what’s below it
We gotta find it before we blow it
Nixon’s nose

They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They’re cloning Nixon’s nose
They think we need another Nixon
I suppose

Little House of Pain

Written By: ©2005 Nick Appleby (BMI) and Russell Shaddox (BMI)

Little House of Pain

One more time, let’s review what’s on your mind
You’re feeling left behind and unappreciated

Now you’ve said, still the doubts play in your head
What if you’re a fraud instead
Profoundly overrated

(I don’t know)

We’ve arrived, welcome to your screwed-up life
The world took up a knife and cut out all your courage

Now you sit and you stay here in your bed
Roll over and play dead
Turn blindly from the wreckage

Chorus:
One reason’s all you need to hear
To blunder blindly backward
Three days and counting till you
Forfeit all you’ve won

So you build your little house of pain
And you do what you do
Every day you build it up again
And you do what you do
And I know you think that I’m the same
But truth to say I’m worlds away from you

Fix yourself? You can’t even fix a flat
You’re smart, I’ll give you that; a gross underachiever
You need help, and you need someone to date
Although I hesitate inflicting you on others

Chorus

Find peace of mind
Seems like an easy task until you’re losing it
So many times you have to ask the way
I’d have to say you’re screwed

So you build your little house of pain …

John

Written By: ©2005 Nick Appleby (BMI)

John

John thinks about his life
It’s a humdrum thing
That he wouldn’t trade for all the world
Long evenings with the wife
And he seldom thinks of the time that passed
Like a page that curled

And then vanished in the flame
It’s just some other world
Never even had a name

John sits and sorts his past
It’s a sordid task
That he wouldn’t want to do without
Old memories under glass
In their place at last
And he talks to them as he lays them out

I thought you’d never end
But I found I’d shut you out
Yes I’d lived you down, my friend

John thinks about his life
It’s a humdrum thing that he wouldn’t mind at all

End of the Show

Written By: ©2005 Russell Shaddox (BMI)

End of the Show

A woman’s eyes can be moved to lies by the heart of a girl
All you want is to sink your teeth in the heart of the world
A shop full of candy, so where do you turn
The sugar’s a blessing; it disguises the burn

I met you on the way down south on a roller coaster ride
I rode the curves and I came back down; I was messed up inside
You didn’t mean it — you can’t help yourself
But I was only a trophy you could put on your shelf

It isn’t right to say
That you still think about me while you’re turning away
You have to let it go
’Cause the dark days are over and it looks like the end of the show

I might have really cared for you
I might have turned my back on everything true
But these are things that might have been
We stand up and brush off and move forward again
And again and again —

If old flames died a merciful death, I would not be alone
But since you left, all the lights are on but there’s nobody home
There’s always tomorrow, or didn’t you know
I won’t be around to tell you I told you so

It isn’t right to say
That you still think about me while you’re turning away
I’ve lived enough to know
That the dark days are over and it looks like the end

It isn’t right to say
That you still think about me while I’m fading away
You have to let it go
’Cause the darkness is gone and it looks like the end of the show

Out of Control

Written By: ©2005 Russell Shaddox (BMI)

Out of Control

Another insane night and I have you to thank
I wonder what you're thinking and I come up blank
If I could get some sleep I might have a moment to unwind

You're a hurricane waiting for a place to strike
A pair of brown eyes begging for the things you like
You got the means to get 'em if you only made up your mind

Out of control
Yet so
Eager to please
Lie down with dogs
You know
You get up with fleas
Out of control
Yet so
Eager to please
You're the same as me

You'd like a long night walking on a moonlit beach
Maybe a quiet meal with something warm in reach
And if I didn't have a life myself, your wishes could come true

I need a tranquilizer, something off the shelf (tranquilize me)
I need a long vacation somewhere by myself (dancing nightly)
But if you give me that look I know I'll make that booking for two

Out of control
Yet so
Eager to please
Lie down with dogs
You know
You get up with fleas
Out of control
Yet so
Eager to please
You're the same as me

Take me for a fool again, I feel no pain, I'm
Only here to serve, as we both know

Out of control
Yet so
Eager to please
Lie down with dogs
You know
You get up with fleas
Out of control
Yet so
Eager to please
You're the same as me
. . .

Sweet Soul Sing

Written By: Russell Shaddox

Well I don’t want to be your everything
‘Cause I don’t need a second job
No I just want to hear your sweet soul sing
It’s the music of the gods

Well I don’t want to give you anything
That you have in abundance now
No I just want to hear your sweet soul sing
For as long as you will allow

Simple things I still can’t understand

And I still can’t afford to buy you things
That you can cradle in your hands
But I melt when I hear your sweet soul sing
And it’s all yours to command

Well I don’t want to sit here till next spring
Trying to grind out the perfect rhyme
But whenever I hear your sweet soul sing
Then my heart keeps perfect time

Simple things I still can’t understand
(In a world of breadth and wonder)
All these things I still don’t understand

Love has cost me all I have
But I’m richer than before
Nail my manifesto up on the door

Love has cost me all I have
But I’m happy poor but proud
Write my call to action up in the clouds
(Write out loud)

Well I paid all the dues and bought the things
Waved the flag at my own parade
But until I had heard your sweet soul sing
I was lonely and afraid

Now your smile is my only diamond ring
And your touch turns my heart to gold
And whenever I hear your sweet soul sing
Then I’m happy growing old

Discography

Debut CD, O Brave Yet Ignorant Swine (2005), is available on CD Baby, Amazon.com, Independisc.com, iTunes, and Connecticut independent record stores. The album have received extensive airplay on The Local Bands Show on 99.1 WPLR in southern Connecticut, as well as several broadcast and internet radio programs in the Northeast.

Set List

A typical set list would be 8 to 15 songs lasting about 30 minutes to an hour and a half. For sample songs, see the media files. Cover songs might include new wave or power-pop classics from the late 70s to the present.