Bericochea debuted on Hawtin’s M_nus in 2003 with the EP ‘A’, and released his debut full length, ‘Rojo’, the same year. Here’s what xlr8r said about Rojo: “It's only coincidence that Ignacio Aguilera Bericochea's name is so reminiscent of the cochlea, that bony, shell-shaped part of the inner ear that's the heart of our hearing, but how fitting it is. I.A. Bericochea's music, a profoundly thinned-out minimal techno that's more absent than present, offers the profoundest kind of intense listening, grounded with bass that reverberates deep in the body and graced with white noise that seems to graze the very surface of the ear drum, like summer grasses brushing against weathered cement. "Rojo-like red eye," which reflects blood vessels in the eye of a photographed subject-is a journey into the pulsing heart of sound."
And The Wire: “Bericochea brings just enough emotional edge and sonic vibrancy to his dry minimalist beats and deep quavering bass patterns to give them a stealthy, unsettling life of their own. His compositions seem to come out of nowhere, accumulating an undeniable presence that lingers on long after the final shudder”
I.A. Bericochea’s next album, Sueño (2006), was mastered by Stefen Betke (aka Pole) and released on a label created for the purpose called Rojo.it.
Textura said: “There's no question the Basic Channel-Chain Reaction spirit is alive and well on I.A. Bericochea's forty-minute Sueño ... 'Sueño' means 'dream' in Spanish and there's certainly a spectral quality to the material ... Often sounding as if it was recorded in a hollow chamber, Bericochea's minimal techno manages to sound both skeletal and full, as showers of cymbal patterns, groaning bass lines, echoing reverberations, and skipping pulses come to the fore and then recede.”
The evasive and mysterious qualities of Beriochea’s sound arise from his broad exploration of sound in diverse contexts. In 1995 started playing bass in bands: metal, punk and instrumental. The best known was Actitud de Rechazo, a metal band that played in Spain, the most curious was Carosi, an emo-hardcore band which did an aventure to tour the west coast of the USA and Mexico.
In the early 00s following a stint studying physics at the University of Madrid, Ignacio Aguilera started to record found sounds, experimenting with beats and transformations, finding imediate success with his solo projects for with M_nus. Bericochea’s tracks have graced several minus compilations and mixes in the last few year, including DE9 Transitions and Magda’s ‘She’s a dancing machine’. He has toured solo throughout Spain and Mexico.
R2
I. A. Bericochea Lyrics
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Ouço ela gritando, Marco Polo
Chata pra caralh*, toma unfollow
R2, colou com meu bonde, tô com minha princesa, WillyZin, tipo Han-Solo
WillyZin, tipo Han Solo
20 na gun, ela no colo, geral sabe que você quer ter meu copo
Willy mudando essa vibe, Audemars no meu pulso minhas horas é de marte
Ouro no dente, você sabe que é caro, meu parça essa porra não é carie
No close’têm lv e cartier
With my hoe, tô colando na party
Jogo da life, não aperto no pause
Bolando meus versos, bafora minha vibe
Em outro universo fazendo história
Só com 17 nasci pra ser foda
Vivendo igual Carti nessa magnólia
Não curte minha face, então morde tuas costas
Chapado de pepsi, ela de coca
Encheu meu saco, tô mandando embora
Chega mentindo, depois descendo
Acha que me engana igual cavalo de tróia
Acha que me engana igual cavalo de tróia
Tá ficando louca cheia de paranóia
Ideias malucas sabe eu tenho de sobra
Avisa sua mãe que ela parece minha sogra
Nem sou pianista e tô tocando essas notas
No banco da frente hoje ela pilota
Farmando esse frag, me sentindo no dota
Igual battlefield toma tiro nas costas
Ouço ela gritando, Marco Polo
Chata pra caralh*, toma unfollow
R2, colou com meu bonde, tô com minha princesa, WillyZin, tipo Han-Solo
WillyZin, tipo Han Solo
Essa bala purple tá morrendo no copo
20 na gun, ela no colo, geral sabe que você quer ter meu copo
The lyrics of "R2" by I. A. Bericochea convey a sense of confidence and swagger. The song starts with the artist mentioning someone screaming Marco Polo, indicating that they are seeking attention or trying to find their way in a metaphorical sense. The next line refers to someone being annoying and deserving an unfollow, perhaps suggesting that the artist is uninterested in negative or toxic relationships.
The chorus of the song emphasizes the artist's association with their crew, mentioning R2 and their "princess." The reference to "WillyZin, tipo Han Solo" can be interpreted as the artist comparing themselves to the daring and independent character from the Star Wars franchise. This line suggests that the artist sees themselves as a lone wolf, confident and capable of handling situations on their own.
The following lines mention a purple bullet dying in a cup, which could represent a drink or substance that is losing its effect. The number "20" on a gun is referenced, potentially signifying the artist's readiness to defend themselves. The line "geral sabe que você quer ter meu copo" indicates that others desire what the artist has.
The rest of the lyrics touch on various themes such as personal style, material possessions, and the artist's perception of themselves. The song reflects a rebellious and self-assured attitude, alluding to the artist's aspiration to make a name for themselves.
Line by Line Meaning
Ouço ela gritando, Marco Polo
I hear her shouting, Marco Polo
Chata pra caralh*, toma unfollow
Annoying as hell, unfollow her
R2, colou com meu bonde, tô com minha princesa, WillyZin, tipo Han-Solo
R2, joined my squad, with my princess, WillyZin, like Han Solo
WillyZin, tipo Han Solo
WillyZin, like Han Solo
Essa bala purple tá morrendo no copo
This purple pill is dying in the glass
20 na gun, ela no colo, geral sabe que você quer ter meu copo
20 in the gun, she on my lap, everyone knows you want my glass
Willy mudando essa vibe, Audemars no meu pulso minhas horas é de marte
Willy changing this vibe, Audemars on my wrist, my time is from Mars
Ouro no dente, você sabe que é caro, meu parça essa porra não é carie
Gold in the tooth, you know it's expensive, my buddy this shit is not cheap
No close’têm lv e cartier
In my clothes, there's Louis Vuitton and Cartier
With my hoe, tô colando na party
With my hoe, I'm sticking to the party
Jogo da life, não aperto no pause
Game of life, I don't press pause
Bolando meus versos, bafora minha vibe
Crafting my verses, puffing my vibe
Em outro universo fazendo história
In another universe making history
Só com 17 nasci pra ser foda
Just at 17, I was born to be great
Vivendo igual Carti nessa magnólia
Living like Carti in this magnolia
Não curte minha face, então morde tuas costas
You don't like my face, then bite your own back
Chapado de pepsi, ela de coca
High on Pepsi, she on coke
Encheu meu saco, tô mandando embora
You annoyed me, I'm sending you away
Chega mentindo, depois descendo
You arrive lying, then going down
Acha que me engana igual cavalo de tróia
You think you fool me like a Trojan horse
Tá ficando louca cheia de paranóia
You're getting crazy, full of paranoia
Ideias malucas sabe eu tenho de sobra
Crazy ideas, you know I have plenty
Avisa sua mãe que ela parece minha sogra
Tell your mom she looks like my mother-in-law
Nem sou pianista e tô tocando essas notas
I'm not even a pianist and I'm playing these notes
No banco da frente hoje ela pilota
In the front seat, today she drives
Farmando esse frag, me sentindo no dota
Farming this frag, feeling like in Dota
Igual battlefield toma tiro nas costas
Just like in Battlefield, you get shot in the back
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: William Alexander
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