Brooklyn Bass presents After Hours with
Micachu and the Shapes (DJ), DJ Rezzie, No Glow
Evan Michael, Judge Wise (Brooklyn Bass), T'Angelo
Fri, October 5, 2012
11:59 pmCameo Gallery
$8 DOOR / $5 RSVP: BASS.BROOKLYN @ GMAIL.COM
This event is 21 and overhttp://www.cameony.net/event/171817/
Born in Guilford and raised in Watford, Mica Levi couldn't have had much more of a musical upbringing if she was conceived between Mozart and an oboe and forced to grow up inside a grand piano. The daughter of a record collector (specialising in Third Reich recordings, dontchaknow!) and a professional Cellist, she was playing a violin when she was barely old enough to hold one. Music was never a hobby, but rather the starting point for everything in the Levi household, the be all and end all. After formative years spent becoming somewhat of a prodigy on the fiddle and memorising every last semi-breave of the entire Michael Jackson and Beatles anthologies, she enlisted at renowned specialist music school Purcell, the kind of place where The Soft Pink Truth would give guest lectures. An eye-opening experience, it would seem. "A whole institution of bullied children," she recalls. "To get in you had to have had a dedication to classical music that'd make you a total nerd at school." After spending the first decade of her life with fingers barely leaving a violin neck she ironically used her first few years at Purcell to get away from the stave. So whilst the other kids were locked up perfecting the opening bars of Bach's Fifth she was trampling puddles on the football field and listening to gangsta rap like Big L and Pitch Black on her Walkman. She was always the girl that'd pick the weird obscure pieces to dissect in class and generally sniffed at the archaic aspirations many maintained there. "I feel blessed to have been involved with a place like that," she says. "But it doesn't really set you up for anything, the classical world is dead. You have to wait for someone to die to get in your fourth choice orchestra." Her creative armistice lasted to her early teens when she discovered the school's music tech suites. This was the location she'd remain until she graduated. Delving deep into the murky world of samplers and sequencers Mica began honing her craft. Tentatively beginning with splashes of hole-punch sampling musique concrete, she soon discovered glitch through the likes of the Tigerbeat 6 label and experimented with her own disfigured electronic amalgams, as well a smoother R&B, hip hop, and grime cuts. Luring some local mischievous MC wannabes into the booth she made her first few mixtapes, before romantic liaisons with boy-in-a-band would finally win her round to picking up a guitar and having a stab at her own distinct take on the indie anthem. It was around this time that a hotchpotch compilation of her tangent-driven works –one part household implements to two parts brain-melting glitch to two party wonky post-folk ballads to one part brick-in-face grime- made it into the hands of Matthew Herbert. "Listening to how similarly we'd be thinking creatively I can't believe I didn't know who he was," she says. "I think a more fitting coupling would be difficult for me to find."
The invitation that Matthew extended to Mica was a special one. For her to come and bring her bass-free scratchy demos to life, to full realise her flights of fancy under the helm of one of Britain's most acclaimed and experienced electronic artistes in a studio fitted with the warmest valves this side of the M25. So slowly but surely, Mica's debut began to take shape, session after painstaking cleaning-closet plundering session. Together they married Mica's far-flung tangents of inspiration, moulding them into one of the most individual, dynamic, erratic and adorably dishevelled musical landscapes to have emerged in recent years. What does Micachu actually write songs about then? "A load of old bollocks," she cackles, with trademark heel-scuffing modesty. "I'm not about bearing the deep crevices of my soul, that would feel so weird. There are things you can love aside from people. I just like picking up on stuff that amuses me, and building motifs from there." Mica's near-ADD attention span is omnipresent on 'Jewellery', jumping from eerie plundered atmospherics to hypnotic skiffle-beat guitars, to disintegrating fuzz-fest electronics, on the likes of 'Just In Case'. 'Curly Teeth' is Mica's very own stab at Roger McGough-esque nonsense prose, set against spasmodic synth flinches and detuned strums. 'Lips' is a short, sharp precession of maddening fret-hits and taunting vocal refrains that lead you everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It's the day-to-day creating that drives me," she explains of her unrelenting productivity. "I'm maybe not even bothered about the results. It's just something I need to do like getting up and having breakfast. I crave the challenge of writing." The arrival of The Shapes –aka Raisa Khan on keys and Marc Pell on drums- midway through recording the album added a whole new dimension to proceedings. "They've certainly helped tame my madness, we're very much a band now, this isn't just me anymore," she explains. So now the demons have been exorcised, laid out for all to see on little plastic discs, what can we expect from the one-girl anti-hit factory? "I'm enjoying being in band now, writing in that setup, with playing live in mind," she says. "But as for the distant future? Fuck knows. I want to be a composer. Fuck guitars. I want to make gigantic orchestral compositions, finish them, and then not let anybody hear the results." Perfect.
After joining Boston's DJ circuit, Evan went on to settle in Brooklyn, where a rich and diverse underground community helped fuel his passion for creating original productions. As a promoter, nightlife curator of Cameo (one of the borough's beloved nightclubs) and editor of Brooklyn Bass, Evan is adept not only at understanding the music industry but also at constructing a proper dance floor gathering, as evidenced in his own sets and original productions.
Inspired by the sounds of retro disco, classic house and funk labels like Tabu, Dance Mania and Prelude, Evan is continuously driven to incorporate small elements of the past and molding them into new and interesting ways in his own work.
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