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MP3 : CHOPS - Chop Of The Pops

MP3 : CHOPS - Mind Shards In The Morning

MP3 : CHOPS - Earth Humans Know How To Party

CHOPS will soon have some hand screened t shirts
available in a varied selection of styles and colours
for girls, boys, ladies and gentlemen:

CHOPS consists of humans and equipment since February 2007:

Moz (drums, motivation techniques, conspiracist, 1200w PA)

Leon (keys, guitar/bass, electronics, baritone euphonium, vocals, voice of reason, various amplifaction)

Dom (crap keys, 1972 Davolisint, home-crafted electronics, BugBrand Weevil 2006, vintage alto sax, whacked out vocals, actuality facilitator, 1800w Bose power station, 650w PA, 1960s Marshall 4x10 bass cab, unbranded 4x12 cab)

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CHOPS AND A.P.A.T.T. MINI TOUR!

28 APRIL - THE JUNCTION, BRISTOL

29 APRIL - CARGO, LONDON with YACHT

30 APRIL - SUMO, LEICESTER

1 MAY - PORTLAND ARMS, CAMBRIDGE

2 MAY - WEST COAST BAR, MARGATE

3 MAY - ROOTYS @ CUSTARD FACTORY, BIRMINGHAM (with TALIBAM!)

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CHOPS is the play-work of creators, issued from a real necessity, produced for ourselves. Every sound must explode in the combined profound gravity of the new, the eternal, the crushing joke and fanciful impulse of our enthusiasm for the principles upon which we act and deliver. An incoherent flutter of Buzzard wing and a meaningful paté of duck egg bagatelle, undeterminedly committed to the composing of and disposing of instantaneous unique plagiarism. We are not precious, sentimental, nor dwelling. We are a spurious, furious hors d'oeuvre of golden-lined dream-clouds and vitamin-rich pith, preparing for the great spectacle that is and will be Inevitable Disaster. A wake to end all mourning, full buffet provided, translating tears into shrieks of irresistable hullabaloo and clamouring exclamation, boisterously percolating from one animated throng to the next. We are the architechts of pavillions of intense, euphoric joy; bread-bin residences for widowers of the poisonous social organisation. We make unprejudiced leaps in harmony, our trajectory to digest all kitchens, offices, churches and regiments of useless, cumbersome accessory, while ourselves remaining utterly useless to materialism, determinism and the prevailing rational ideology of order. We spit out amourously disagreeable virile pips like luminous gasses defracted through the cracks of our atmosphere, a fine gossamer of opposites, contradictions and hypocricies with all the convoluted and flamboyant inconsistency of life. The whole globe is our benevolent sphere. The whole earth is our carte blanche elbowroom. The whole world is exercise for our gelastic muscles. The whole planet is our palate; our oven, our fuel, our banoffee pie, plate, spoon, dishwasher, loo rool, U-bend and fertiliser. We are incoherent, but only as much as everything is incoherent; there is no logic or knowledge as much as there is no truth. We risk failure wilfully and mindfully by kneading our ideas and idiocy into music. Our failures engage us in a deepening process of understanding the futility of striving, and thus we do not fail and we do not strive; we engage with the moment; an holistic meeting of the conscious and unconscious, thought and emotion, spirt and material, private and public, person and place. We denounce the laborious tasks of Industry and Captial, of playing games of novelty, shock and gimmick. We are the study of human condition, championing idiocy over cleverness, content over void, humour over wit, and charity over smugness. We desire distrust. We despise fruitless obligation. We desire great friendships and love. We despise assurance and validation. We desire desire. We despise acrimony. We desire destruction. We despise conception as it is a wish to be intelligent, and so we see it as our duty to be wrong. We desire spontaneity, not because it is better or more beautiful than anything else, but because everything that we can issue freely and instinctively represents us so imperfectly without the intervention of intelligence, consideration and theory. We are life-affirmingly, deadly serious and if you take this seriously, we are the joke and the joke is on you.

Curriculum Vitae:

CHOPS was a half-baked worm eaten by the early bird of 2007. Richard 'Moz' Morris, Dominic Clare and Leon Carey placed their bun in the oven many years before, the yeast continuing to rise, collectively amassing involvement with current, previous and occasional feasts such as; Leeds based Chinchilla label/promoter - Quack Quack - Two Minute Noodles - Massive Heron - Sense Or This? - Inecto School - Eagle Eye - Cowtown - Chrome Hoof - The Damo Suzuki Network - Chris Corsano - Mick Beck - Chora - Action Beat - Mansun - Double Six Flight Team - Kidsbelly.

CHOPS has been mulched and blended with many luncheon engagements, such as; The Telegraph Young Jazz Drummer Of The Year 1990 - Leeds' Smooth Plasterer of the Month (February 2006) - Leeds Music 2005 'Backroom' Award - Harrogate SCART Connection Of The Year (2007) - two expired Bronze Medallions for life saving (1989-1991, 1997-9) - fully qualified Master Butcher and one barely qualified vegan bread and spread maker - two current, clean European Union Driving Licences - chauffeur, tour-guide and gourmet sous-chef for many UK and European travels (with the likes of Lightning Bolt, T.I.T.S, Parts & Labor, Action Beat, Army Of Flying Robots, Snowblood, Erase Errata, Lords, The Unit Ama, Lafaro, Coughs, I Had An Inkling, Serfs, Kling Klang, Cowtown, Ashtray Navigations, Pit Er Pat, Quack Quack, Fulborn Teversham, Bilge Pump, Humanfly, OvO, KIT, Mika Miko, No Age, HEALTH, Origami, Cissy, Talibam!, Chrome Hoof, The Mae Shi, Beards).

CHOPS have dined with Talibam!, Puttin' On The Ritz, Cowtown and a.P.A.t.T., and munched snacks with YACHT, Black Dice, Bilge Pump, The Beatles, Stig Noise, Marnie Stern, Gay Against You, Indian Jewelry, OvO, Death Sentance: Panda!, and Clark. CHOPS nibbles can be found on buffets provided by Chinchilla-Tone, Room237/Poor Girl Noise and Stench Of Muscle, as well as approximately 800 free CDR packages of food aid, gifted into the hands of hungry people across the UK in 2007.

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CHOPS has been invited into the bosom of UPSET THE RHYTHM RECORDS, as part of their on-going vinyl split series of UK bands. We are fussy fuckers, and U!TR is one of the few groups of people we feel right at home and comfortable with; they are friendly faces, they have the right motivations and dedication, and they have mastered the delicate balance of DIY ethics and actually getting stuff done. CHOPS totally respects fellow risk-takers, and although this isn't a mutual kiss-ass exercise, we are naturally over the moon that they reciprocate the love. On 10th July and 3rd August, we recorded at NO RECORDING STUDIO with the very lovely John Hannon (who has previously recorded the likes of CHROME HOOF, TRENCHER, BIRDS OF DELAY, JAMES BLACKSHAW , MAN AUBERGINE , CLECKHUDDERSFAX, WOMAN, etc). The split is with a band called HELHESTON from Brockley/Cambridge, and it should appear for your consumption in early 2008. UTR is distributed by SOUTHERN RECORDS, so you should be able to find the 12" in good record stores all over Europe. In the mean time, we recommend that you visit the UPSET THE RHYTHM website.

There are plans afoot for a split DVD with TALIBAM! which will be released on CHINCHILLA-TONE whenever it gets done, probably late late 2008....

Also keep an eye out for a new CHOPS recording on a compilation released by our buddies in MUCKY SAILOR

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Our 9 seater Mercedes Benz Sprinter Van is perfectly adequate for Earth travel! Invite us to your town (perhaps lure us with offerings of gold and vegan consumables?) and we will arrive; friendly, fresh faced, and full of beans!

We very much look forward to playing with/for/amongst you, getting to know you, partying with you .....

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We placed approximately 800 free seven track CDRs into peoples hands in 2007, utilisng a variety of lo-fi/non-existent packages. An improved batch of 100 CDRs were sold cheaply/given away to coincide with our UK tours with TALIBAM!, PUTTIN' ON THE RITZ and COWTOWN:



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We also appeared on two compilations in 2007. 'Chop Of The Pops' was released on a ROOM237 and POOR GIRL NOISE compilation CD, and 'Mind Shards In The Morning' was released on the 2007 CHINCHILLAFEST compilation, 'Get Civilised', along with:
:::: a.P.A.t.T. (Pickled Egg, Chinchilla-Tone)
:::: Brown Owl (Obscene Baby Auction)
:::: Humanfly (Total Prog, Xmas Eve, Calculated Risk)
:::: Kling Klang (Rock Action)
:::: Pifco (Run Of The Mill, Chinchilla-Tone)
:::: Cowtown (Golden Lab)
:::: Chronicity
:::: Sense Or This? (Vilaa Viivivi, Chinchilla-Tone)
:::: Dawn Chorus (Fortissimo)
:::: Inecto School (Singing Knives, Golden Lab)
:::: Tigers! (Chinchilla-Tone, Hairy Hairy Fist)

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