Northern filth merchant Chopps Derby pulls a handbrake u-turn in terms of genre (if not in lyrical focus – which remains firmly in a condom-choked gutter) screeching from the chilled breaks of the You Don’t Know What Broccoli Is EP to lairy grime with Back To Yer Yard. It’s difficult for one to speculate at the grim horror of life in a northern ghetto whilst sat here brandy in hand, looking out of a window (one that has no need of a perforated steel cover) onto sunlit southern avenues but this is a marvellous aid. No need to imagine hooded youth planning to shank ‘rivals’, or discussing ‘gash’ it’s all here in glorious technicolour. One particularly enjoys the sight of our guide to all this piss-stained chaos, Derby himself, stood inside a wheelie bin raving like a derelict jack-in-a-box…quite superb.
Chopps Derby – Myspace