The Brazilian artist took over the City of New York for three consecutive days: first at a skate location with Tricks and Tracks, second at Under The K Bridge, which I attended, and lastly at Knockdown Center. Three different experiences that showcased him as the main character.
Photo credit: Bowery Presents I Mike Kimchiii
It was one of those late-summer New York nights that already felt like a closing chapter. An almost full moon hung above Under The K Bridge, where concrete pillars, open sky, and the steel spans of the BQE framed the dance floor. Brazil shirts were scattered throughout a crowd that crossed generations, while traffic moved overhead, completely absorbed by the music below. The sound system hit hard, with a clean low end that kept every kick and detail crisp.
Anastazja opened the evening before DJ Minx b2b DJ Holographic began raising the pressure from two distinct directions. Minx brought the funk, while Holographic added a heavier edge. The contrast gave their set its momentum, and their chemistry was just as visible as it was audible. They danced, encouraged each other, and gradually pulled more movement from the floor. By the time Mochakk stepped behind the booth, the crowd was ready for him.
The Brazilian DJ and producer performs with his entire body. At 26, he already carries himself behind the decks with the control of someone much further into his career. He teased vocals, held transitions, and pulled back at just the right moments, keeping the crowd locked into every change of direction. Funky, disco-leaning grooves opened his set before Black Legend’s ‘You See the Trouble With Me,’ a modern ‘It’s a Fine Day’ rework, and a Kid Cudi sample introduced flashes of familiarity. Reverb-heavy passages then pushed the music into stranger territory as the percussion became tougher. His ‘See-Line Woman’ rework provided one of the night’s standout vocal moments, while Roman Flügel’s ‘Geht’s Noch?’ brought a final jolt of nostalgia near the end. Above him, three screens transformed live footage into a grainy ’90s broadcast as green and rainbow lasers opened through the haze. What began as a warm late-summer party finished somewhere between an industrial rave and a carnival, with Mochakk holding its energy until the last beat.
For all its scale, the night never felt impersonal. Mochakk kept the exchange with the crowd direct, playful, and physical right through the close. When the lights came up, the floor was still buzzing, and no one seemed quite ready for the party to end.
