ARTIST: Euros Childs
TITLE: Chops
LABEL: Wichita
GENRE: Indie
BITRATE: 154kbps avg
PLAYTIME: 0h 33min total
RELEASE DATE: 2006-02-00
RIP DATE: 2005-12-01

Track List

01. Billy The Seagull               0:49
02. Donkey Island                   2:57
03. Dawnsio Dros Y Mor              1:59
04. Slip Slip Way                   0:49
05. Costa Rita                      4:12
06. Stella Is A Pigmy #1            0:30
07. My Country Girl                 1:43
08. Circus Time                     4:25
09. Cynhaeaf                        1:00
10. Hi Mewn Socasau                 3:27
11. Stella Is A Pigmy #2            0:27
12. Surf Rage                       2:39
13. First Time I Saw You            8:06
14. Stella Is A Pigmy #3            0:24

Release Notes:

Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci have been reliably churning out whimsical Welsh pop since
1956, when frontman Euros Childs was just three years old. Evidently bored with
eking out a living from selling six records a year to the good people of
Betws-y-Coed, Childs has now ditched his indie loser mates in a bid for Robbie
Williams-style solo success. Hurrah!

The release of ‘Donkey Island’ is the first step in this Machiavellian
masterplan, a taster of the Chops album pencilled in for February, which has
been characterised by Childs as "party music". Long-suffering fans will no doubt
be relieved to learn that this is not an indication that he’s gone off on a
happy hardcore tip, or something equally grizzly; in fact, the single is not a
million miles away from Gorky’s. The press release describes it as a
"Vangelis-meets-Black-Lace disco blowout", which is an uncannily accurate
description, except we have no idea who or what Vangelis is or was. Still, the
Black Lace bit is bang on. The lyrics, meanwhile, centre around a tale of
shipwreck, inspired according to Childs by a holiday to either Turkey or Greece
(POP EXCLUSIVE!: we’ve been on Google, and it’s Greece).

B-side ‘Y Mwnci Drwg’ (trans. "the naughty monkey"), meanwhile, is a decidedly
quirky affair, vaguely reminiscent of something by John Shuttleworth or the
house band off Phoenix Nights, with its Hammond stabs and intermittent yelps.

Nothing quite equal to former glories such as the majestic 'Poodle Rockin', but
a suitably striking solo debut none the less.