Apocalypso
The Monochrome Set Lyrics


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Sing ho! for the A-bomb melody
It merrily whistles down on me
I'm wrapped in silver foil
My blood is on the boil
B-52s flutter coyly

All I want is a flat in Berkeley Square
With colour TV set, reclining chair
Big box of Suchard for me to devour
Antique grandfather clock, phone in the shower

Hurrah! For the missiles from heaven's gate
They syncopate gaily in seven eight
I mambo to the sound
Of Martels, air-to-ground
I hear the baying of bloodhounds

All I require is a Rolls Royce Corniche
Cocktail cabinet for the nouveaux riches
Persian carpets and Van Goghs in the boot
Cardin three-piece beneath my Noddy suit

Hip! hip! for machine gun, breve and rest
It beats out a rhythm in my chest
Crotchets in my belly
Turn my legs to jelly
Quavers are F sharp and L, G

All I desire is a Swiss bank account
Given an OBE and made a Count




Country estate with a resident staff
Acute angina and an epitaph

Overall Meaning

The Monochrome Set's song "Apocalypso" is a satirical commentary on the Cold War-era fascination with nuclear weapons and the societal desire for material possessions. The lyrics are written from the perspective of someone who seems to be enjoying the thrill of the impending doom, singing "Sing ho! for the A-bomb melody / It merrily whistles down on me." The singer is wrapped in silver foil and their blood is on the boil. The reference to the B-52s fluttering coyly suggests a sexual connotation and highlights the gendered nature of Cold War-era technological advancements.


The second verse mentions the desire for a flat in Berkeley Square with all the material trappings of the nouveau riche, such as a color TV, reclining chair, big box of Suchard chocolates, antique grandfather clock, and phone in the shower. The chorus celebrates the missiles from heaven's gate, those weapons perfectly synced and exploding to a mambo beat. The singer even hears the baying of bloodhounds, adding to the dark humor of the song. In the third verse, the singer enjoys the rhythm of the machine gun's beat, with crotchets in their belly turning their legs to jelly, and quavers that are F sharp and L, G making them feel alive.


The singer's desires in this verse include a Swiss bank account, an OBE, being made a Count, owning a country estate with a resident staff, acute angina, and an epitaph. The exaggerated desires for both material possessions and societal status highlight the singer's apathy towards the destruction of the world around them. The Monochrome Set's "Apocalypso" is a biting satirical critique of the Cold War-era capitalist culture and its potential for self-destruction.


Line by Line Meaning

Sing ho! for the A-bomb melody
Celebrating the melody of destruction caused by atomic bombs


It merrily whistles down on me
The destruction of an A-bomb is entertaining to the author


I'm wrapped in silver foil
The author takes measures to protect themselves from nuclear fallout


My blood is on the boil
The author's anxiety is at an all-time high


B-52s flutter coyly
The author finds the destruction caused by B-52 bombers charming


All I want is a flat in Berkeley Square
The author is describing their ideal living situation


With colour TV set, reclining chair
The author wants modern luxuries in their home


Big box of Suchard for me to devour
The author desires sweets


Antique grandfather clock, phone in the shower
The author wants both classic and modern amenities in their home


Hurrah! For the missiles from heaven's gate
The author is again celebrating destruction, but now referencing heavenly missiles


They syncopate gaily in seven eight
The author finds the missile's destruction to be musical


I mambo to the sound
The author is associating dance with destruction


Of Martels, air-to-ground
The author is enjoying the sound of bombs dropping


I hear the baying of bloodhounds
The author hears something ominous associated with the destruction


All I require is a Rolls Royce Corniche
The author is now describing their ideal car


Cocktail cabinet for the nouveaux riches
The author wants to have a fancy car with a bar


Persian carpets and Van Goghs in the boot
The author wants expensive items in their car


Cardin three-piece beneath my Noddy suit
The author wants to be dressed in fancy clothing


Hip! hip! for machine gun, breve and rest
The author is again celebrating the destruction, but now referencing the rhythm of gunfire


It beats out a rhythm in my chest
The author is excited about the rhythm of destruction


Crotchets in my belly
The author is experiencing an internal reaction to the rhythm of destruction


Turn my legs to jelly
The author's excitement is causing physical reactions in their body


Quavers are F sharp and L, G
The author is associating musical notation with the destruction


All I desire is a Swiss bank account
The author now desires financial wealth


Given an OBE and made a Count
The author wants status and recognition


Country estate with a resident staff
The author wants a large, luxurious property and the staff to go with it


Acute angina and an epitaph
The author desires recognition even in death




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Written by: ANDREW WARREN, GANESH SESHADRI, JOHN DAVID HANEY, THOMAS WOODBURNE HARDY

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