After two delightful EPs in one chaotic year, dazzlingly expressive indie-popster
Pixey shows no signs of slowing down.
Words:
Finlay Holden. Photos:
Sarah Louise Bennett.
Pixey may be a sweet and succinct pseudonym to encompass an artist adorning herself in complex layers of whirling sound, but 2021 has put the human underneath – Lizzie Hillesdon – through a real ringer of experiences. Thankfully, few musicians have proved themselves so definitively worthy of attention.
While March’s ‘
Free To Live In Colour’ established an ear for glamour, the demand for live renditions as the world reopened showed Pixey that when it comes to the stage, there really is no place more vulnerable. “Playing live is a whole new thing,” she explains. “I never got to play the songs I’d written for anyone before this summer. It was bizarre hearing them sung back to me; I wasn’t expecting that at all! I went from playing to people who had no idea who I was to rooms filled with people there specifically to hear my music… I couldn’t wrap my head around that.”
Having now graced the boards of 110 Above, Dot To Dot and Sound City just to name a few, a new skillset has been engrained through necessity – with “every sound problem known to man” surfacing, adaptability became vital. “I can’t tell you how different it is to be a performer as opposed to a writer and producer,” she reflects. “I thought I had it all nailed; I was set in my ways, then I realised I had to change and adapt to deliver the best possible version of my performance.”
Some artists may claim to step into an alter ego once the lights go down, but this Liverpudlian isn’t one of them. “I wish I could do that, but I’m so annoyingly unchangeable that I can’t help but completely wear my heart on my sleeve,” she reveals. “If I tell a joke that flops on stage, Pixey doesn’t feel that – Lizzie does. I have to manage my emotions on stage. It’s still me completely, and I do feel most in my element up there.”