embrace the chaos.
Names can be ironic. Take Micachu and the Shapes for example. I’ve never heard a band that defies all proper definitions. You know, the kinds that use words? To categorize? To give you some kind of semblance of what they’re all about? I can’t describe any kind of shape that Micachu and her crew would fit into. For the most part you have bands that will either fit right inside the traditional box or take a step outside it. Micachu seems to have taken the box, set it on fire, jumped in a spaceship, and decided to have a dance party out on saturn instead. Somehow, she seems to have taken an almagamation of noise pollution and order it in a way that reels you back in for more. It’s the most delightful chaos I’ve encountered in a long time.
Released a mix [[Filthy Friends]] recently that is one unpredictable solid hour of varying hip hop beats and samples, synth riffs, percussive ramblings, a variety of nondescript yet carefully placed delectable clamorings, where you never know what’s coming next and the guessing game has never been so rewarding. So go gettttt it, son!
