“My favorite part about performing live is when I let it all go: When I don’t have anything left and I put my feelings into the microphone.”: Raised in the Texas revolution stronghold of La Porte, an industrial town roughly 35 minutes outside of Houston, 31-year-old hip-hop punk Michael LaCour (aka Blackie) employs the boisterous nature of his “Chemical City” backyard as inspiration for a discography that exemplifies the beauty of raw emotion. He juxtaposes an assemblage of noise, with early works rumbling like a Cici’s arcade and rattling as if Player One brought his piggy bank with him. Now, harmonious piano keys serve as backdrop for passionate yelps of rebellious independence and aggressive saxophone blowing as nervy as Champagne-laced Red Bull.: “I was like, ‘My dad played the saxophone, Imma play the saxophone.’ A bunch of things hit me at once, so I just went for it and started playing the instruments,” explained the singer.: His Houston accent often comes to the forefront of his songs regardless of the instrumental canvas behind him. While he didn’t realize the power of his voice initially, LaCour credits a friend for hearing the power in his baritone pitch: “He gave me a big compliment, saying my voice cut through any track. He was like, ‘You’ve got a voice like Pimp C. It’s gonna cut through everything.’”: As a persona, Blackie creates music for the voiceless due to his unique position as a black noise artist.: “I want it to be everybody in the mosh pit,” he maintains.
Sat., Jan. 5, 8pm