Handling Swollen Goods

Handling Swollen Goods

 

The
Winking Caveman
(Misprint)
Dorothy Please Trim Your
Hinge
(Misprint)
The Premature Ejaculation
Waltz

Down By The Riverside
The Yodelling Winker
(Misprint)
All Of These Things
Are Soul

Ukulele Lady
Two Thirds Of Four Fifths
The Son Of John Thomas Allcock
My Baby Loves My Yorkshire
Pudding

Bonkola featuring The Mighty JUDGE DREAD
You Can’t Have A Shag With
A Snowman

All I Want For Christmas
(Is A Great Big Dong)

The Sailors In The Gents (Humorous
Monologue)

extra bonus… Live in Croydon
I Feel Like Winking (Misprint)
Ivor Biggun Is My Name
Cats On The Rooftops
I’m Looking Over A Four-Leaf Clover
The Filthy Limerick Mambo

I Have A Dog His Name Is Rover
The Winker’s Song (Misprint) (Rotten version)

Ivor Biggun
has been offending good taste and Mary Whitehouse (RIP) since Sir johnny
Rotten (VIP) declared his debut, “The Winker’s Song (Misprint)”,
single of the week back in the dark ages. Born the son of John Thomas Allcock
and the nephew of George Formby’s ukulele tech (allegedly), Ivor Biggun
was destined for a life in showbiz. However, it wasn’t until 1972,
while cruising the Caribbean as trombonist with Lord Crabs and The Clam
Divers, that the epiphany that was to shape his destiny occurred.

Charles Edward ‘Chuck’ Berry was the poet laureate of rock ‘n’
roll with his compositions covered by spotty English boys with bad hair
and tight trousers. Despite decades of critical acclaim the white boys always
had more success so Chuck was forced to reveal his insight into the true
source of teen gratification, that which goes beyond cars and girls. He
exposed his secret weapon, the song no pretentious pansies could ever cover
and, with “My Ding-a-ling”, w*nking was finally on the lyrical
agenda. The public made it Chuck’s only No.1 smash hit and Ivor, a
natural born w*nker, was inspired.

Diverted by his packed schedule, it wasn’t until 1978 that Ivor finally
followed Chuck into the top 21 with “The Winker’s Song (misprint)”
and a career in briefs followed with three albums of frivolous filth (unashamed
plug – highlights are available on the compilation “The Fruity Bits
of Ivor Biggun”). Ivor went on gardening leave in 1987 to grow rude
shaped vegetables only to resurface 18 years later with sticky hands and
a brand new album (in fancy packaging with a 12 page booklet featuring nubile
Germans).

So what, dear reader, will convince you of the benefits of Handling Swollen
Goods? Should we tell you it’s Ivor’s most consistent and musical
opus yet with a mere four songs about masturbation? He now sings of his
other interests like domestic animals, shagging, shitting and shaving? The
songs are performed in a clutch of genre defying styles embracing soul,
country, calypso, gospel, oom-pah, mambo, Hawaiian and electro-pop and all
are as infectiously catchy as… ok, let’s not go there. Plus,
there are 2 stonking Christmas songs that every office party should enjoy
and employ. Then there’s the bonus live recordings – Ivor on his worst behavior.

Let’s just say the 21 tracks are stuffed with ribald, absurd and creative
rhymes, the mundane and profane elevated beyond Python, vaudeville and Williams
McGonagall and Shakespeare. Guaranteed to disgust, you need Ivor to brighten
up your life.


This album is available for download on iTunes. Click on the link for:-

Handling Swollen Goods
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