’We were ooh poodle rockin baby, Poohoooodle rockin!’ Don’t talk to Euros about leftfield, he’s always been a happy camper, yet falling on the folkier side of Gorky’s Zygotic Mwnci and emerging ever more abstract takes some serious doing.
‘Chops’ rambles, hand claps and donkey rides its way through
a medley of purified folk wonder. It has the innocent simplicity Aberfeldy and Jim Noir pull off with some aplomb yet it’s an effortless display of psychedelic folk authenticity and at just over 33 minutes long, it’s pitched perfectly so as the mind doesn’t wander the wrong way.
‘Donkey Island’ cunningly enough plods along in a haphazardly untroubled way, all toy gun synth and flashbacks of the Sega Master System, ’My Country Girl’ is a questionable take on the Nashville country theme with Euros thankfully compressesing ‘all my country influences into a minute and ahalf’. ‘Circus Time’ treads a familiarly Celtic path of wraith-like vocals, haunting piano and violin interludes whilst ‘Dawnsio Dros Y Mor’ is a contagious number fuelled by subtle flamenco guitar and,erm, Welsh vocals.
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So it might see more than a passing resemblance to the Super Furries all Welsh affair ‘Mwng’ (not a bad thing) but ‘Chops’ is a warm, instantly likeable and ludicrously inventive effort that sees Euros step up and add another string. With or without a dictionary it’s the most playful, endearing 33 minutes you’ll hear all year.
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