If you have yet to see this never-ending romp of a dance party; looped pianos and saxes race on top of crappy synths and ill beats, and like twenty vocal takes are mixed in there somewhere, don’t miss out!
Who are Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt?
Live, TPDR becomes a whole new beast altogether. Neil is relentless, running through crowds, scaling things, doing acrobatics, all this while wearing a giant Ultimate Protection Suit, that is, 100 stuffed animals sewn to a jumpsuit, turning him into some kind of childhood head of the bed gone wrong. His instrument: lights. While singing and dancing Neil’s hard at work orchestrating an elaborate light show. Old lamps, giant inflatable storks and cats turn on and off. Strobes, disco balls and every other kitschy item any college student has ever had in their dorm ever that flash: think Daft Punk with a $16 budget. Meanwhile, the Grrrrl Police, an elite force of enthusiastic singers and dancers (the same blessed souls who lend their voices to TPDR recordings) parade around dressed as giant pizzas, Christmas trees, houses and every other thing that might make humans feel warm. Together, Neil, the Grrrrl Police and the audience create something rare and spectacular: a really, actually, genuinely fun concert. There is no such thing as not singing, there is no such thing as not dancing, those things exist in a world where there is such a thing as “cool” and “not cool.” This is the Terror Pigeon’s world: there is only “awesome.”