Jessie Evans, jet-setting mermaid with a big appetite.. loves to dance on table tops, honk on her sax, and shimmy and shake her golden ship…
She is currently finishing her second full length, a journey through the glitter mine of her soul. Recorded between Los Angeles, Berlin and Sao Paulo, with guest appearances by :: Steve Mackay (Iggy and The Stooges), Warrior Queen (Jamaica/ Uk/ Souljazz rec), Sonido Desconocido ii (Mexico ), Jimi Tenor (Finland), El Congo Allen ( Cuba/ Berlin), Namosh (Berlin), Kid Congo (Gun Club, Cramps), Maya Alban-Zapata, Joy + Pablo Alban -Zapata, Jillian Iva, King Khan + his daughters, & Toby Dammit , Valentine Falcon, Isabella Rivera etc etc.
Other current projects include a new group !!: “Keys to The Kingdom” with King Khan, Toby Dammit, Maya-Alban Zapata, El Congo Allen, Regis,Debora Saraiva etc…and a girl group Sister Assasin -a trio with Lydia Lunch and Beatrice Antolini..
Jessie started out in san francisco, playing sax and bass in The Vanishing, and the all girl group Subtonix. In the last years she’s collaborated with Glass Candy, Hanin Elias (Atari Teenage Riot), Lydia Lunch, The Extra Action Marching Band, Budgie (Creatures) etc. In 2004 she moved to Berlin where she formed Autonervous with Bettina Koster of Malaria!
In 2009 she released her first solo album “IS IT FIRE? ” which was recorded between Berlin and Mexico. The songs feature drums and percussion by Toby Dammit (Iggy Pop, Swans) and guest musicians Budgie (The Creatures, Siouxsie and The Banshees), and Martin Wenk (Calexico).Recorded in part by Thomas Stern (Einstürzenden Neubauten, Crime and The City Solution) and produced by Pepe Mogt (Nortec Collective, Tijuana). With the sensual yet chaotic charm of a shipwrecked sailorette dancing in a hurricane, “IS IT FIRE?” ventured into an exotic world of rhythm, reaching from the flesh and beyond to a place where drums conjure up images of latin heroes Perez Prado, Yma Sumac, afro-beat, nu-no wave & a touch of Istanbul, saxophones like a flock of birds guide the traveler through familiar but unknown lands, and trumpets enter like parades of mariachi’s dancing down on Revolution St. It’s a world where you want to reach out to touch the face and arms of strangers, to realize the human form, desire, to be hunted and captured by your emotion.