“Moody is a song about reclaiming being a moody cow. My whole life I’ve been referred to as mardy (northern for moody) but lately I’ve been realising as a woman in this world, especially as a woman in the music industry, of fucking course I’m moody! It’s such a slog even getting heard, every day shitting yourself about your safety, the societal expectations. I’d love to be sweet and happy go lucky but I’m afraid I’m too tired to be most of the time.”
As far as opening lines to a song go, “Sexting you at the mental health talk seems counter-productive” is up there – especially in the insouciant way that Taylor sings it. “Moody” only picks up from there, a galloping beat underscoring her coy and playful admissions of moodiness. With punchy pop prowess she manages to invert a strop into something worth harnessing for its power – a way to make sure she’s noticed, respected and listened to, as she ought to be. It’s no wonder that the chorus affirms that she’ll be “moody for life” – when she makes it work for her this well, then why wouldn’t you?