Nobody could sing and nobody could write and, in any case, nobody gave a damn

British pop in the fifties was pure farce.

Nobody could sing and nobody could write and, in any case, nobody gave a damn. The industry surivuved in a state of perpetual self-styled hysteria, screaming itself hoarse about nothing in particular.

N. Cohn, Awopbopaloobop, Awopamboom (1969), 54