Definitely didn’t want to go out on Wednesday night. I was bloody exhausted and paying $13 to see a band I wasn’t sure that I liked (and am still not convinced that I like) just did not appeal. However, I’m glad that my outright addiction to shows won out over my desire to sleep since the opening act, Team Robespierre, put on the sort of raw affair that usually gets lost in the atmosphere of a true venue. For starters, the drummer was the only person actually on the Black Cat’s mainstage. The other three moved their instruments and mics down to floor level and moved in and amongst the crowd, starting a feeding frenzy of shared energy as they jumped and climbed all over one another. The name may give a nod to an infamous Frenchman but they seem to have more influence from the Brits as their first song made it obvious that they have clearly been listening religiously to their copies of Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols. The Brooklyn foursome would have been just as comfortable at a house party as they were at the Black Cat, especially if such a party was being thrown by The Black Lips or Les Savy Fav. The vocals are very reminiscent of Tim Harrington although there’s definitely more keyboard than you’ll ever hear on an LSF album.
MP3: Team Robespierre :: 88th Precinct
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Haha I was there at that show! I met a girl that night and before the Teenagers playd “French Kiss”, he told the crowd he wants to see some making out, and then pointed at me and her saying “especially you two!”. So rad, French people rule.
Also I listen this song on a local french podcast and it’s a good nervous band.
shut up rory hahaha that coke head was only there for the booze.
The Teenagers kicked ass too.
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you coulda seen them here in B’ham for only $6 a couple of months ago. they rule.