Next Tuesday is going to be awesome and it will be awesome not only because it is Cale's birthday for the 15th time this year (he must be 87 by now) AND it is the swearing in of the new era, BUT ALSO BECAUSE we have seriously booked some of the most good times acts around. So, let us spend some time getting you ready for your mind to be blown.

TODAY MEET: TEAM ROBESPIERRE.

A NYC trio (nobody's perfect), best described by Peter as: flailing 3 chord punk with keyboard accents and a lead singer who looks like he was bought out of the Brooklyn Catalogue Summer Collection.
And I add/paraphrase: a night with them is as hot, sweaty, disturbing, sticky, and volatile in every way you secretly hoped it would be.

This is what they're all about:

They've toured with Teenagers, been part of the whole revered F*ck yeah 08 tour (along with Dan Deacon, Monotonix, Matt & Kim, Mannequin Men....) and we've seen them in venues big and small, early and late, and we always danced. ALWAYS. Possibly a little embarassingly even.

As Aaron stated a few months back:

Team Robespierre had arrived in full effect. And not being fully affected, they played in front of the stage with their brethren: us common folks, the show-attending public.

The Robespies were like a shot in the arm of something. Something good. Something loud and energetic and fast and fun. Something hyphy and hard-house-ish. Some might call it nu-punk. Something that made men in loafers and oxfords get dirty like I haven’t seen in a long time. Simply put, these guys came out and did their thing. Their thing involved a rock-solid drum master, keyboardist, bass player, and a programmed rhythm-of-the-night maker. Whatever it was, they spread a nice thick peanut-butter-esque layer of magical adrenaline on and over and in and out of the crowd.

After making a few half-hearted attempts at moshing, I decided to get real. Real serious. With two more shots of whiskey.

It worked out nicely.

The raucous team of Robespierre got me thinking of thinkers present and thinkers past. Some say Maximilien Robespierre was immaculate in his attire and personal manners. And while they might not be as revolutionary as the instigator of the reign of terror, these young French men and women that just graced the stage were certainly immaculate in their attire and personal manners.

More:

do your homework:
http://www.myspace.com/teamrobespierre
http://www.brightestyoungthings.com/inaugural/