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------------------------------------------------------------------Fighting the good fight against sullenness, Team Robespierre are one of the few local art-punkos left in the Todd-P-osphere that inspire the sweaty, no-rules, group-huggy, super-sincere dance-offs that Baltimore has been sonning us with for, like, two years now. Team R are getting a much-deserved reputation for total on-stage pwnage: Group chants, 16-bit backup beats, spazz-out pop-screamo. Wear loose clothing that you don’t mind being soaked in Pratt juice- VILLAGE VOICE---------
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These five guys are the perfect band to ask to play when you want to turn your broken-down loft or vacant parking lot into an instant party space. Just have them plug in their guitar, bass and keys and watch them go for it. Fun noise will be made, with all members dishing out vocal jabs. Team Robespierre utilizes a whole mess of both machine and man-made beats, and you can certainly dance to their thumps. Just don't confuse this with dance-punk. This is more like punk-dance. You will have a good time
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Think tough beats melodic breakdowns and hot grease… actually try electro-gangsta-punk. Bring a 40 and shorty to bump and grind, trip the light fandango and perhaps a two-step will be your fate to their hyphy meets hardcore scream-alongs.--Todd p----------------------------------------
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----The cult-like adoration for Team Robespierre is what you get when you combine electronic, punk, hardcore, and scream core music with a live performance of soaked with sweat, grit, and spit amongst angry white hipsters and indie music lovers. Give the indulgent and tainted New York concert-going crowds chant infused sessions backed up by squealing guitar and squawking keyboard and you will leave them begging for more. At least that has been the overall reaction to this Brooklyn foursome ever since they accosted the hordes of CMJ attendees. Tonight, Team Robespierre attacked the dance floor hipsters like a thunderstorm unleashing its fury upon a sun soaked steaming city street. That is — it was hot, sweaty, disturbing, sticky, and volatile in every way you secretly hoped it would be. The magic of music like theirs lies in the rawness of the release. Audience members cast aside their inhibitions and social restraint to become one with the mass during this most powerful of live concert experiences. This was my third time amid the madness, and I was not disappointed. With a performance comparable to the emperor of hipster house parties, Dan Deacon, the members of Team Robespierre leave everything on stage. Forget trying to swoon an audience with restrictive singing rituals and just abuse them. Berate their ears, violate their space, and strip them of their comforts. Team Robespierre thrust their music upon you, devouring you within a wave of brilliance on tracks like “Black Rainbow” and my favorite, “88th Precinct.” As always, their set came to crashing halt too soon, yet we should give thanks for their return to the city in early May with a spot supporting The Teenagers. Hopefully by then my ears will have recovered.- KEXP
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---The main room at Glasslands felt as if someone hit a hidden "Fun" switch from the moment hometown Team Robespierre hit the stage. The sweaty, booze fueled crowd quickly turned into a sea of hands & feet dancing, diving & surfing along with the band through an infectious set of Brooklyn punk that easily lived up to the band's growing buzz. -FIDDLE WHILE YOU BURN--------------------
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---Electro-punk garage band from Brooklyn that makes neighbors from Greenpoint to Bushwick call the cops. Definitely book these guys for your next demolition party. -MyOpenBar.com-----------------------------------------------------------
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--------The first time I saw Team Robespierre was in a sweat soaked basement in Akron, Ohio. It was about a million degrees while they were playing, even though it was winter outside, and they were so loud I thought their speedy, synth-drenched rock might shake the support beams loose. Last Friday at the Knitting Factory the band played with just as much near-death fury. Team Robespierre is all about breaking boundaries. Why not thrash around in the audience attempting to break multiple collar bones? Why not threaten to choke your lead singer onstage after throwing rank beer on him? Why not scream your head off like you’re mentally unstable? There are some social norms Team Robespierre doesn’t understand. And that’s OK.
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--This city seems poised to go crazy for Team Robespierre. There heavy, pounding rhythm section is offset nicely by an impecable sense of dancey melodies.- L MAGAZINE-------------------------------------------------
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--"Team Robespierre's MySpace page lists the band's genre as 'punk/hyphy/hard house' - the description is surprisingly dead on target. The Brooklyn-based act sounds like a lethal cross-breed of Matt & Kim, Q & Not U and The Automatic. Ripe with unparalleled energy, anthemic hooks and a supposed mind-blowing live show (that I'll be sure to check out during CMJ), Team Robespierre has your sluts buzzing with anticipation."
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"Next up was Brooklyn boys Team Robespierre. Holy guacamole! As soon as they began their hyper-charged dancey punk songs the guy in next to me started spazing out like there was no tomorrow. Team Robspierre are definitely a fun band, and a hilarious one at that. Keyboardist Ty was making the crowd laugh with his off-handed comments, such as telling his fellow band members to stop trying to tune their instruments and trying to “sound good” because the band doesn’t sound good in the first place. As you would expect from a Team Robspierre show, there was crowd-surfing involved, audience invasions, and an on-stage dance party where everyone in the crowd was invited to bust out their brains with the boogies."
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--"Good news for buzz-chasers: Two of the CMJ Marathon's most hyped bands are sharing a bill at a club small enough that you just might catch the sweat flying off a crowd-surfing band member. Yeasayer drew approving blog-nods from the New York Times, among many others, and have garnered comparisons to Fleetwood Mac, Peter Gabriel and Arcade Fire. But none of those really succeed at describing their portentous, thought-provoking sound. Team Robespierre, a band of Brooklyn boys, ably carry the torch for spazzy synth-punk. If you can imagine a Dan Deacon crossed with Matt & Kim, well, you probably already have a ticket."
- METROMIX NEW YORK MUSIC-----------------------------------------------
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"It’s hard not to crush on Team Robespierre. A group of guys who talk collectively about “bringing the dance party” would appeal to most girls (and boys)."
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---"The team Robespierre from Brooklyn NY, on the other hand, is a daisy and sends itself, with their music to ensure that others are losing their heads - although not as definitively as Monsieurt Robespierre under the scaffold. Un peu de New Wave, un peu de electro, garnished with un peu de punk - gives Team Robespierre, the sound their own Hard House. Their debut record, and this information is as hot as a hot plate, to appear on 22 Januar 08. Live, they are supposedly the best at the moment, what New York had to offer."
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---"Yeasayer and Aa and Team Robespierre and High Places have pretty much nothing in common stylistically, but they're all part of this winningly uncynical new wave of Brooklyn bands, and they're all worth getting excited about."
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"On Everything's Perfect, thrashing electric riffs and shouty vocals chase buzzing synths beats for a riotous dance-punk hybrid. With only two of ten songs clocking in past the two-minute mark, Team Robespierre churn out brash anthems potent enough to inject any party atmosphere with plenty of adrenaline, even if the album only lasts for a raucous 18 minutes. The group keeps it gritty on the chant-ridden "Solid Gold," coming off as a more polished version of the DeathSet, while the punchy noise of "Death Smells" echoes Parts and Labor's crossbreeding of ethereal synths with rapid-fire rhythms."
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"For those of you that love loft, warehouse, or D.I.Y. parties, this is the band for you. Team Robespierre love to play super charged punk and electro tunes at top speed. They often play so fast that they can't even catch their own breath. If you live in the NY area then you've witnesses all of the chaos that this scene creates. Now its your time to join in on the fun and get amped up."
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here is little doubt that this Brooklyn band makes for a fine, sweaty night out at your local DIY venue. Electric energy and noggin-conked execution pops out of every tune. But the personality needed to sustain all that ga-ga past the initial inspiration may be hard to pin down, even for the band itself. What can you do when a genre—here it's spazzy post-post-Gang Of Fugazi demi-dance punk—starts to spill over its rim? One shouldn't blame a band for the band-a-minute era it lives in.
Luckily, there is force in Team Robespierre's sound. "Laika" leaps forward on the requisite, but still skuzzy, analog synths and gang chants. The Dr. Dre keys on "Gasoline," cowbell on "Ha Ha Ha," not to mention all the vigorous, mostly snare-only drumming throughout, means they're already beyond the usual angular art-punk postulates. And these guys wear brevity (10 songs, 18 minutes) as well as a suave, skeezy Frenchman in Speedos.
But it would behoove acts like this to investigate where Gang Of Four got their name from and at least attempt lyrical intent. They do seem to have something against pitbulls in "88th Precinct." And in "Ha Ha Ha" singer Rex's chop-chant brazenly declares, "every politician is a liar" while simultaneously admitting, "I just want to be a heartthrob," though each of those statements contains the surprise quotient of the announcement of a new C-list celebrity reality show on VH1. If Team Robespierre is playing your town the night such a show premieres, DVR that bitch. -CMJ-------------------------------------------------------
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Oh the games you're missing, the games I'm missing. The games that will commence once you return. Miss you boys. Love you boys. Brooklyn wants to get in the game. ASAP!
Saw you guys on the Spin.com, look forward to seeing you in San Francisco in late august. Jim will probably get thrown in jail in Europe, but European jails are made of cheese
---------------------------------Dirty sounds for dirty people ------------------------->
--------------------------LETS HAVE A DIRTY SLEEP OVER AMERICA!! MARCH TOUR DATES COMING SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!----------------------------
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--------PRESS INQUIRES: DEREK MEIER: derek@solidpr.com OR THIS MYSPACE PAGE----------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
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------------------------------------------------------------------Fighting the good fight against sullenness, Team Robespierre are one of the few local art-punkos left in the Todd-P-osphere that inspire the sweaty, no-rules, group-huggy, super-sincere dance-offs that Baltimore has been sonning us with for, like, two years now. Team R are getting a much-deserved reputation for total on-stage pwnage: Group chants, 16-bit backup beats, spazz-out pop-screamo. Wear loose clothing that you don’t mind being soaked in Pratt juice- VILLAGE VOICE---------
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These five guys are the perfect band to ask to play when you want to turn your broken-down loft or vacant parking lot into an instant party space. Just have them plug in their guitar, bass and keys and watch them go for it. Fun noise will be made, with all members dishing out vocal jabs. Team Robespierre utilizes a whole mess of both machine and man-made beats, and you can certainly dance to their thumps. Just don't confuse this with dance-punk. This is more like punk-dance. You will have a good time
at this show. --OH MY ROCKNESS--------------------------------------------------------------------
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Think tough beats melodic breakdowns and hot grease… actually try electro-gangsta-punk. Bring a 40 and shorty to bump and grind, trip the light fandango and perhaps a two-step will be your fate to their hyphy meets hardcore scream-alongs.--Todd p----------------------------------------
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Team Robespierre is among New York's most energetic bands
they incorporate pounding, abrasive rhythms and chanted, child-like vocal melodies.- L MAGAZINE--------------------------------------------------------------
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----The cult-like adoration for Team Robespierre is what you get when you combine electronic, punk, hardcore, and scream core music with a live performance of soaked with sweat, grit, and spit amongst angry white hipsters and indie music lovers. Give the indulgent and tainted New York concert-going crowds chant infused sessions backed up by squealing guitar and squawking keyboard and you will leave them begging for more. At least that has been the overall reaction to this Brooklyn foursome ever since they accosted the hordes of CMJ attendees. Tonight, Team Robespierre attacked the dance floor hipsters like a thunderstorm unleashing its fury upon a sun soaked steaming city street. That is — it was hot, sweaty, disturbing, sticky, and volatile in every way you secretly hoped it would be. The magic of music like theirs lies in the rawness of the release. Audience members cast aside their inhibitions and social restraint to become one with the mass during this most powerful of live concert experiences. This was my third time amid the madness, and I was not disappointed. With a performance comparable to the emperor of hipster house parties, Dan Deacon, the members of Team Robespierre leave everything on stage. Forget trying to swoon an audience with restrictive singing rituals and just abuse them. Berate their ears, violate their space, and strip them of their comforts. Team Robespierre thrust their music upon you, devouring you within a wave of brilliance on tracks like “Black Rainbow” and my favorite, “88th Precinct.” As always, their set came to crashing halt too soon, yet we should give thanks for their return to the city in early May with a spot supporting The Teenagers. Hopefully by then my ears will have recovered.- KEXP
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---The main room at Glasslands felt as if someone hit a hidden "Fun" switch from the moment hometown Team Robespierre hit the stage. The sweaty, booze fueled crowd quickly turned into a sea of hands & feet dancing, diving & surfing along with the band through an infectious set of Brooklyn punk that easily lived up to the band's growing buzz. -FIDDLE WHILE YOU BURN--------------------
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---Electro-punk garage band from Brooklyn that makes neighbors from Greenpoint to Bushwick call the cops. Definitely book these guys for your next demolition party. -MyOpenBar.com-----------------------------------------------------------
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--------The first time I saw Team Robespierre was in a sweat soaked basement in Akron, Ohio. It was about a million degrees while they were playing, even though it was winter outside, and they were so loud I thought their speedy, synth-drenched rock might shake the support beams loose. Last Friday at the Knitting Factory the band played with just as much near-death fury. Team Robespierre is all about breaking boundaries. Why not thrash around in the audience attempting to break multiple collar bones? Why not threaten to choke your lead singer onstage after throwing rank beer on him? Why not scream your head off like you’re mentally unstable? There are some social norms Team Robespierre doesn’t understand. And that’s OK.
- THE DELI MAGAZINE-----------------------------------------------------
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--This city seems poised to go crazy for Team Robespierre. There heavy, pounding rhythm section is offset nicely by an impecable sense of dancey melodies.- L MAGAZINE-------------------------------------------------
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--"Team Robespierre is a young band I love!"
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--"Team Robespierre's MySpace page lists the band's genre as 'punk/hyphy/hard house' - the description is surprisingly dead on target. The Brooklyn-based act sounds like a lethal cross-breed of Matt & Kim, Q & Not U and The Automatic. Ripe with unparalleled energy, anthemic hooks and a supposed mind-blowing live show (that I'll be sure to check out during CMJ), Team Robespierre has your sluts buzzing with anticipation."
-THE MUSIC SLUT BLOG--------------------------------------------
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"Next up was Brooklyn boys Team Robespierre. Holy guacamole! As soon as they began their hyper-charged dancey punk songs the guy in next to me started spazing out like there was no tomorrow. Team Robspierre are definitely a fun band, and a hilarious one at that. Keyboardist Ty was making the crowd laugh with his off-handed comments, such as telling his fellow band members to stop trying to tune their instruments and trying to “sound good” because the band doesn’t sound good in the first place. As you would expect from a Team Robspierre show, there was crowd-surfing involved, audience invasions, and an on-stage dance party where everyone in the crowd was invited to bust out their brains with the boogies."
-THE MODERN AGE------------------------------------------------------
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--"Good news for buzz-chasers: Two of the CMJ Marathon's most hyped bands are sharing a bill at a club small enough that you just might catch the sweat flying off a crowd-surfing band member. Yeasayer drew approving blog-nods from the New York Times, among many others, and have garnered comparisons to Fleetwood Mac, Peter Gabriel and Arcade Fire. But none of those really succeed at describing their portentous, thought-provoking sound. Team Robespierre, a band of Brooklyn boys, ably carry the torch for spazzy synth-punk. If you can imagine a Dan Deacon crossed with Matt & Kim, well, you probably already have a ticket."
- METROMIX NEW YORK MUSIC-----------------------------------------------
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"It’s hard not to crush on Team Robespierre. A group of guys who talk collectively about “bringing the dance party” would appeal to most girls (and boys)."
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---"The team Robespierre from Brooklyn NY, on the other hand, is a daisy and sends itself, with their music to ensure that others are losing their heads - although not as definitively as Monsieurt Robespierre under the scaffold. Un peu de New Wave, un peu de electro, garnished with un peu de punk - gives Team Robespierre, the sound their own Hard House. Their debut record, and this information is as hot as a hot plate, to appear on 22 Januar 08. Live, they are supposedly the best at the moment, what New York had to offer."
-SOME FANCY GERMAN WEBSITE/MAGAZINE
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---"It was great to finally see loft party vets Team Robespierre and TheDeathSet rock out Pianos and turn the whole room upside down"
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--"We highly recommend getting your dance on to Team Robespierre."
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---"Yeasayer and Aa and Team Robespierre and High Places have pretty much nothing in common stylistically, but they're all part of this winningly uncynical new wave of Brooklyn bands, and they're all worth getting excited about."
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"On Everything's Perfect, thrashing electric riffs and shouty vocals chase buzzing synths beats for a riotous dance-punk hybrid. With only two of ten songs clocking in past the two-minute mark, Team Robespierre churn out brash anthems potent enough to inject any party atmosphere with plenty of adrenaline, even if the album only lasts for a raucous 18 minutes. The group keeps it gritty on the chant-ridden "Solid Gold," coming off as a more polished version of the DeathSet, while the punchy noise of "Death Smells" echoes Parts and Labor's crossbreeding of ethereal synths with rapid-fire rhythms."
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"For those of you that love loft, warehouse, or D.I.Y. parties, this is the band for you. Team Robespierre love to play super charged punk and electro tunes at top speed. They often play so fast that they can't even catch their own breath. If you live in the NY area then you've witnesses all of the chaos that this scene creates. Now its your time to join in on the fun and get amped up."
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here is little doubt that this Brooklyn band makes for a fine, sweaty night out at your local DIY venue. Electric energy and noggin-conked execution pops out of every tune. But the personality needed to sustain all that ga-ga past the initial inspiration may be hard to pin down, even for the band itself. What can you do when a genre—here it's spazzy post-post-Gang Of Fugazi demi-dance punk—starts to spill over its rim? One shouldn't blame a band for the band-a-minute era it lives in.
Luckily, there is force in Team Robespierre's sound. "Laika" leaps forward on the requisite, but still skuzzy, analog synths and gang chants. The Dr. Dre keys on "Gasoline," cowbell on "Ha Ha Ha," not to mention all the vigorous, mostly snare-only drumming throughout, means they're already beyond the usual angular art-punk postulates. And these guys wear brevity (10 songs, 18 minutes) as well as a suave, skeezy Frenchman in Speedos.
But it would behoove acts like this to investigate where Gang Of Four got their name from and at least attempt lyrical intent. They do seem to have something against pitbulls in "88th Precinct." And in "Ha Ha Ha" singer Rex's chop-chant brazenly declares, "every politician is a liar" while simultaneously admitting, "I just want to be a heartthrob," though each of those statements contains the surprise quotient of the announcement of a new C-list celebrity reality show on VH1. If Team Robespierre is playing your town the night such a show premieres, DVR that bitch. -CMJ-------------------------------------------------------
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