Eats Everything: Hungry for Success
These days, Eats Everything’s sub-heavy bombs are destroying dancefloors around the world, but it wasn’t always an easy trip up the ladder for the English DJ/producer.
Luckily for Dan Pearce, his success has been a testament to the powers of hard work. Known professionally as Eats Everything, he’s the “overnight success” built on a decade of slaving away in the shadows.
Records that seemingly emerged from nowhere—low-slung slabs of bass punching their way onto Dirtybird or Pets Recordings and into the boxes of house jocks like Jamie Jones to Claude VonStroke—were forged in the jungle/hardcore raves of the early ’90s. Then, they were tempered in the fires of countless bar gigs, and thankless studio hours, as Pearce dreamed of brighter times.
“I broke down—I thought I’d never make it,” he admits from the car on the way to his studio in Bristol, his hometown. “And then one day I was talking to my now-wife and said, ‘I’m never gonna do it, am I?’ And she said, ‘You might. Give it one more year, and if you don’t make it, give it up.’ And I thought, ‘Yeah, that’s a good idea.’ And luckily, on the eleventh month, Pets signed ‘Entrance Song,’ and the rest is history.”
He laughs as he tells this story, but behind the levity there’s a tangible sense of relief. It’s the relief at having fulfilled the dream of a 12-year-old kid, who played on a friend’s brother’s decks for the first time, then quickly decided that he was going to be a DJ. It’s the relief of the 14-year-old who’d travel across the country to dance all night at enormous raves, watching awe-struck as junglists like DJ Ellis Dee cut and blended their way through the breakbeats of early hardcore. And it’s the relief of the recruitment consultant, approaching 30, who quit his job to spend a year making music, living on welfare—and frustrating his girlfriend.
“We nearly broke up a lot of times over that year with my obsession to get there,” Pearce recalls. “Now, obviously, she’s over the moon, and everything’s great and we’re married—but there were times when it was really, really tough. Splitting up, moving out of houses. She’d move in with her mum for a bit. It was really bad. And I was earning no money. It was horrendous. But it’s paid off, basically. So I wouldn’t change a thing I’ve done.”
That payoff has been impressive. Pearce signed his first release in 2011 after handing a CD to Dirtybird affiliate J Phlip at a gig. Impressed, she passed it to her friends Catz ‘n Dogz who immediately snapped