Leave it to David Gates and Bread to, in their own quiet way, provide a little air-whipped serving of soft radical counter-contrarionism. Everyone’s always talking about sticking it to the man. But isn’t that just such an easy position to take? Fighting the power has become de rigour. That’s why Bread’s "Move Over" is so intense, so shocking, such a mustachioed blast.
Gates says, in effect, Hold on, not so fast, people. Maybe we’re not approaching the problem the right way. "Move over," he sings, "move over and let the man come in." That’s what I’m talking about. If you can’t beat ‘em, let ‘em join.
This is one of those songs that's basically all hook; the verse could be a refrain. The chorus actually sounds a lot like a snippet of some classic 60s tune that I can't place. The weird violin is vaguelly Dirty Three-ish. Here's another, earlier wrong-headed reflection on Bread.
"Move Over" - Bread
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