REVIEW: Feed Me @ Pacha 9.30
While so many curled up indoors to recover from their weekends, a hoard of dedicated bass fanactics peeled themselves off their couches to venture out for electro demon Feed Meâ€™s debut at Pacha this past Sunday. Having performed at Terminal 5 earlier this year for his â€˜With Teethâ€™ tour, and coming off his successful Mau5strap release Escape from Electric Mountain, Feed Meâ€™s Sunday set was indeed a rare opportunity to see the veteran DJ forego his jagged LCD teeth booth for a more intimate setting.
Local producer and Groove Therapy AM talent DJ Dali took to the decks early, energizing the dancefloor faithful with a 3+ hour set of old meets new; in a time when so many openers rely on simply dropping banger after banger to please an anxious crowd, Dali skillfully intermixed tracks like Spencer & Hillâ€™s â€˜1234â€™ and Gregor Saltoâ€™s â€˜Azumbaâ€™ with a remix of Armin Van Heldenâ€™s classic â€˜Psychic Bounty Killazâ€™ (a track which was almost as old as some of the attendees). Daliâ€™s techno and funk infused electro was so well received that many seemed not to care that the eveningâ€™s main act did not take the stage until 1:30 am.
After simmering in anticipation all night, the floor nearly exploded when Feed Me finally burst through the silence with â€˜Little Cat Stepsâ€™. He then continued with track after track from his extensive discography, transitioning from minimal-esc grime with â€˜Chain Smokerâ€™ to the electronically melodious â€˜Relocationâ€™. As he masterfully directed all 4 Pioneer decks into an electro symphony, it was clear that Feed Meâ€™s years of production and performance experience had fine-tuned his DJing abilities, as each seamless transition was more perfectly timed and executed than the last. Just as his set neared the one hour mark, Feed Me began to fiercely mash his tracks with the likes of labelmate Deadmau5â€™s â€˜The Vedltâ€™ and Knife Partyâ€™s â€˜Rage Valleyâ€™, until his popular â€˜One Click Headshotâ€™ erupted the venue into a mass of fog and resonating vibrations.
The biggest highlight, however, may have been Feed Meâ€™s own energy; he jumped and thrashed his arms during drops, repeatedly thanked the crowd for coming out on a school night, and at one point during â€˜Cottâ€™s Faceâ€™, extended his drink out to an overzealous fan who had pulled himself up to peer into the DJ booth. Naturally, when he got on the mic at 3:00 am to let his followers know that Pacha would allow him to play more tunes if they wanted, he was met with overwhelming cheers of approval. He then slowed it down for a bit, explaining that he hated when sets were all â€˜up, up, upâ€™ and instead liked to â€˜chill out before the big time at the endâ€™. And big it was, as he closed out with his own â€˜Trapdoorâ€™, which transitioned into the throwback Spor remix of â€˜Stompboxâ€™, and finished up with Skrillexâ€™s â€˜San Diego VIPâ€™.
Not surprisingly the audience persistently chanted for one more song, and was graciously gifted with two, as Feed Me once again showed his appreciation for the enthusiastic crowd. While he continued to thank everyone for filling the club on a late Sunday evening, surely the fans were the grateful ones, as they were blessed with an incredibly fluid and lyrically diverse set from a seasoned maestro.