The Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt Unveil “I Love You…” Cover Art

The Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt Unveil I Love You… Cover Art
Debut LP I Love You. I Love You. I Love You And I’m In Love With You. Have An Awesome Day! Have The Best Day Of Your Life! Out May 5th On Luaka Bop
On US Tour NOW

NY Times:
“It used to be that Moby was the artist people thought of when the words innovative and hip were applied to a musician who had sprung from the corridors of SUNY Purchase. But Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt! — a revolving band of musical party-throwers signed to David Byrne’s Luaka Bop record label — are racking up a string of much-hyped shows around Manhattan and Brooklyn.”
New York Mag:
“It’s nearly impossible to stand on the sidelines of a Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt! Show. Well it’s possible, but you’d be missing the very reason people come: to be part of the sweaty disco pileup.”
Pitchfork:
“The Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt! have caused a stir closer to home with their high-energy gigs and ridiculous costuming”
Pop Matters:
“These guys were concerned with nothing but a positive message and having a good time; a massive amount of relief of bands taking themselves extremely seriously.”
Vice:
“…everything worthy of a band known for memorable performance-art-led, costume-fuelled, all-singing-all-dancing extravaganzas”
The Story of Us, in One Long Night
Andrea Mohin/The New York Time
By PENELOPE GREEN
Published: December 30, 2009
“It was mildly alarming when Neil Fridd, the leader of Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt, a dance band-slash-performance art collective, took his shirt off late Tuesday afternoon. One worried about hypothermia: It was so cold inside the unheated warehouse in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, where he and others were preparing for their New Year’s Eve show that their breath hung in the air. Indeed, earlier in the day, the brush had simply dropped from the shaking hands of Jessica Sugerman, an artist and friend of Mr. Fridd’s who was painting a mural depicting Theseus slaying the Minotaur on one pocked wall.
“I need my itchy, scratchy, drywall shirt,” said Mr. Fridd, a lanky 22-year-old art school graduate from Rochester, rooting around in a bag and extracting a rose-colored plaid button-down, which he topped with a cotton sweater knitted with the flags of the world. A pink watchman’s cap completed the look.
Mr. Fridd’s plans for his New Year’s party, a 10-hour event organized by Joe Ahearn, a Brooklyn performance art promoter, are both monumental and endearing. Mr. Fridd is known for wearing a suit made from well-worn stuffed animals at his shows, where he might throw a room-sized blanket stitched with Christmas lights over his audience. Participation is encouraged: there’s a communal costume box, and lyrics are simple enough for everyone to shout. In the nearly two years since his graduation from SUNY College at Purchase, he has performed everywhere from living rooms to fashion shows.
“I guess my main goal is to play something that really kind of enthralls, engages and invigorates the audience so much so that there is no audience,” Mr. Fridd said. “The idea is to bring as much stuff as possible to make an ideal party.”
Mr. Fridd sketched out his concept for the evening: an epic romp through the history of the world from ancient times to, well, the future. (At sunrise, the party will head to the warehouse roof to be greeted by friendly aliens, followed by breakfast cooked on a griddle by Mr. Ahearn and Mr. Fridd.) Mr. Ahearn expects 200 to 500 people to show up; admission is $8 (information at sleepwhendeadnyc.com).
There were bags and boxes everywhere, overflowing with Mr. Fridd’s batterie de cuisine: tinsel garlands, colored lights, a disco ball glued to a hard hat, children’s sheets printed with cartoon characters. Ms. Sugerman and Amy Zuchowski, a 21-year-old print maker, were in charge of murals. Ms. Zuchowski was sketching cave dwellers on a wall, taking breaks to warm up under the nest of afghans on a sofa.
Mr. Fridd unfurled a tangle of Hula Hoops lashed together with streamers and Christmas lights, then hopped up on a ladder. “Do we have a stud finder?” he asked.
Zach Staggers, a member of the So So Glos, one of the bands playing New Year’s Eve here, said, “What’s that?”
“It’s how you find the manliest person in the room,” Ms. Sugerman suggested. “How many do you need to find?”
Mr. Fridd was rigging one of his choicest props: a knobby hive of lights and objects that spin and twinkle, hung from candy-colored wires. His notion, he said, was to surround the hive with a model of Earth. “The Pangea,” he intoned, which will be whacked at midnight by a sparkling red asteroid on a stick. He mimed its transit across the room. “Instead of a ball dropping, we’re doing an asteroid collides with the Earth.”
Since leaving college, Mr. Fridd has had no home base, though he turns wherever he is performing into a temporary home, he said.
He gestured at the chandelier, the half-finished murals and the tinsel and colored lights. “We’ve only been here 24 hours, and look at it. When we’re done, it will be a wonder world. If and when I ever have my own venue, it will not be too dissimilar. It’s the idea of taking the space you’re in and making it super-appealing and comfy.”
The party has a sonorous title: New Fear’s Eve, derived from the subject line of e-mails Mr. Ahearn and Mr. Fridd sent each other while planning the evening.
While Mr. Fridd is known as a sower of cozy good cheer, Mr. Ahearn said the slightly menacing name was appropriate. “There is a new decade, and we have to get new fears.”
A version of this article appeared in print on December 31, 2009, on page D2 of the New York edition.”
A Message From Neil Fridd About I Love You…:
Hi, I’m Neil! I’m writing all this! We started in the fall of 2007 as a sort of dance theater project. I wrote a dance opera based loosely on Shakespeare’s Othello. Jesse and I performed this twice to generally favorable reviews. While I enjoyed this I wanted to do something better, something more interactive. I realized that the concerts I was having the most fun at were the ones where I felt directly involved, concerts I went to not to watch but to dance and sing along to. Sadly this was something that I found to be really uncommon in New York; it was really rare that I went to concert and felt like it was okay to move around and be myself. So I decided that I wanted to make a band that was a band that people went to concerts of not just because they had good songs or Pitchfork liked them, but because they knew that they would have a fucking blast at their show! A love for costuming, lights, inflatables and other spectacle soon all made their way into the epic hurricane of love mayhem that is The Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt! We’re less than two years old but we’ve grown in leaps and bounds. Our band has expanded to include members who operate huge lighting backpacks and chandeliers (think recreating the spectacle of Daft Punk with $16 at a flea market with some help from an oriental trading magazine and a lot of duck tape.) people in charge of leading sing alongs and choreographed dances, and Jesse, who does everything from strip to invite people to spar him in the corner of the venue.
I think the hardest aspect of the running this band is just trying to describe it to people. Basically we show up with a billion lights, bags and bags of costumes (enough for anyone who wants one), 60 or more light sabers and really good songs, grab some mics and say “look, this is your time; you chose to be here, you probably paid your hard earned money to be here: don’t you dare walk out that door without having the best night of your life! All these things are at your disposal, we’ll help! We’re going to throw an awesome dance party, run around and scream about how fucking cool it is to finally kiss that person you’ve been crushing on for months, how there is nothing better than partying until 5 in the morning when you have to be up for work at 7 and how your friends are so fucking great, and there’s no doubt that you’d be absolutely fucking dead if they weren’t in your life to clean you off when you get shit on. Tonight there is no such thing as uncool. If you really want to hug a wall that’s fine! But if you’ve got a dance in your feet and a song in your heart then you fucking go for it!”
And the best part is that it works. It happens. People come out of their shells and go nuts! We’ve had shows where we just hand the mics over to people in the crowd mid song cause the harmonies they’re singing are so beautiful. People bust out insane moves! People put together the most incredible outfits! And you have no idea how good sword fighters people are! At the end of it people always come up to me and ask me what the name of our band is and who’s in it, and every time I say “we’re the terror pigeon dance revolt! and every single person in this room is in it!”
Track Listing:
1) Snakebites!
2) grouphug!
3) fast forward regrets.
4) Tokyo Drift.
5) iotdwykirhtbr
6) my favorite hair.
7) snowday!
8) IN YOUR FACE SUCKINESS!! (are blood is rainbows)
9) go directly to space!
10) [ride friendship.]
US Tour Dates
3/4 – The Milestone – Charlotte, NC
3/5 – The Village Tavern – Mt Pleasant, SC
3/6 – Crowbar – Tampa, FL
3/7 – Backbooth – Orlando, FL
3/8 – The Engine Room – Tallahassee, FL
3/10 – 529 – Atlanta, GA
3/12 – The StarLight – Little Rock, AR
3/30 – The Loft – La Jolla, CA
4/1 – The Biko House – Isla Vista, CA
4/2 – Amnesia Bar – San Francisco, CA
4/5 – The Vera Project – Seattle, WA
4/6 – Visual Arts Collective – Garden City, ID
4/7 – Kilby Court – Salt Lake City, UT
4/9 – Bourbon Theatre – Lincoln, NE
4/11 – Schubas Tavern – Chicago, IL
4/13 – Cafe Bourbon St – Columbus, OH
4/14 – Brillobox – Pittsburgh, PA
4/24 – The Friendship Cove – Montreal, QC
www.myspace.com/theterrorpigeondancerevolt
www.luakabop.com/

The Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt Unveil I Love You… Cover ArtDebut LP I Love You. I Love You. I Love You And I’m In Love With You. Have An Awesome Day! Have The Best Day Of Your Life! Out May 5th On Luaka BopOn US Tour NOW   NY Times:”It used to be that Moby was the artist people thought of when the words innovative and hip were applied to a musician who had sprung from the corridors of SUNY Purchase. But Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt! — a revolving band of musical party-throwers signed to David Byrne’s Luaka Bop record label — are racking up a string of much-hyped shows around Manhattan and Brooklyn.”
New York Mag:“It’s nearly impossible to stand on the sidelines of a Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt! Show. Well it’s possible, but you’d be missing the very reason people come: to be part of the sweaty disco pileup.”  Pitchfork: “The Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt! have caused a stir closer to home with their high-energy gigs and ridiculous costuming”  Pop Matters: “These guys were concerned with nothing but a positive message and having a good time; a massive amount of relief of bands taking themselves extremely seriously.”
Vice:”…everything worthy of a band known for memorable performance-art-led, costume-fuelled, all-singing-all-dancing extravaganzas”
The Story of Us, in One Long NightAndrea Mohin/The New York TimeBy PENELOPE GREENPublished: December 30, 2009″It was mildly alarming when Neil Fridd, the leader of Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt, a dance band-slash-performance art collective, took his shirt off late Tuesday afternoon. One worried about hypothermia: It was so cold inside the unheated warehouse in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, where he and others were preparing for their New Year’s Eve show that their breath hung in the air. Indeed, earlier in the day, the brush had simply dropped from the shaking hands of Jessica Sugerman, an artist and friend of Mr. Fridd’s who was painting a mural depicting Theseus slaying the Minotaur on one pocked wall.
“I need my itchy, scratchy, drywall shirt,” said Mr. Fridd, a lanky 22-year-old art school graduate from Rochester, rooting around in a bag and extracting a rose-colored plaid button-down, which he topped with a cotton sweater knitted with the flags of the world. A pink watchman’s cap completed the look.
Mr. Fridd’s plans for his New Year’s party, a 10-hour event organized by Joe Ahearn, a Brooklyn performance art promoter, are both monumental and endearing. Mr. Fridd is known for wearing a suit made from well-worn stuffed animals at his shows, where he might throw a room-sized blanket stitched with Christmas lights over his audience. Participation is encouraged: there’s a communal costume box, and lyrics are simple enough for everyone to shout. In the nearly two years since his graduation from SUNY College at Purchase, he has performed everywhere from living rooms to fashion shows.
“I guess my main goal is to play something that really kind of enthralls, engages and invigorates the audience so much so that there is no audience,” Mr. Fridd said. “The idea is to bring as much stuff as possible to make an ideal party.”
Mr. Fridd sketched out his concept for the evening: an epic romp through the history of the world from ancient times to, well, the future. (At sunrise, the party will head to the warehouse roof to be greeted by friendly aliens, followed by breakfast cooked on a griddle by Mr. Ahearn and Mr. Fridd.) Mr. Ahearn expects 200 to 500 people to show up; admission is $8 (information at sleepwhendeadnyc.com).
There were bags and boxes everywhere, overflowing with Mr. Fridd’s batterie de cuisine: tinsel garlands, colored lights, a disco ball glued to a hard hat, children’s sheets printed with cartoon characters. Ms. Sugerman and Amy Zuchowski, a 21-year-old print maker, were in charge of murals. Ms. Zuchowski was sketching cave dwellers on a wall, taking breaks to warm up under the nest of afghans on a sofa.
Mr. Fridd unfurled a tangle of Hula Hoops lashed together with streamers and Christmas lights, then hopped up on a ladder. “Do we have a stud finder?” he asked.
Zach Staggers, a member of the So So Glos, one of the bands playing New Year’s Eve here, said, “What’s that?”
“It’s how you find the manliest person in the room,” Ms. Sugerman suggested. “How many do you need to find?”
Mr. Fridd was rigging one of his choicest props: a knobby hive of lights and objects that spin and twinkle, hung from candy-colored wires. His notion, he said, was to surround the hive with a model of Earth. “The Pangea,” he intoned, which will be whacked at midnight by a sparkling red asteroid on a stick. He mimed its transit across the room. “Instead of a ball dropping, we’re doing an asteroid collides with the Earth.”
Since leaving college, Mr. Fridd has had no home base, though he turns wherever he is performing into a temporary home, he said.
He gestured at the chandelier, the half-finished murals and the tinsel and colored lights. “We’ve only been here 24 hours, and look at it. When we’re done, it will be a wonder world. If and when I ever have my own venue, it will not be too dissimilar. It’s the idea of taking the space you’re in and making it super-appealing and comfy.”
The party has a sonorous title: New Fear’s Eve, derived from the subject line of e-mails Mr. Ahearn and Mr. Fridd sent each other while planning the evening.
While Mr. Fridd is known as a sower of cozy good cheer, Mr. Ahearn said the slightly menacing name was appropriate. “There is a new decade, and we have to get new fears.”A version of this article appeared in print on December 31, 2009, on page D2 of the New York edition.”
A Message From Neil Fridd About I Love You…:
Hi, I’m Neil! I’m writing all this! We started in the fall of 2007 as a sort of dance theater project. I wrote a dance opera based loosely on Shakespeare’s Othello. Jesse and I performed this twice to generally favorable reviews. While I enjoyed this I wanted to do something better, something more interactive. I realized that the concerts I was having the most fun at were the ones where I felt directly involved, concerts I went to not to watch but to dance and sing along to. Sadly this was something that I found to be really uncommon in New York; it was really rare that I went to concert and felt like it was okay to move around and be myself. So I decided that I wanted to make a band that was a band that people went to concerts of not just because they had good songs or Pitchfork liked them, but because they knew that they would have a fucking blast at their show! A love for costuming, lights, inflatables and other spectacle soon all made their way into the epic hurricane of love mayhem that is The Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt! We’re less than two years old but we’ve grown in leaps and bounds. Our band has expanded to include members who operate huge lighting backpacks and chandeliers (think recreating the spectacle of Daft Punk with $16 at a flea market with some help from an oriental trading magazine and a lot of duck tape.) people in charge of leading sing alongs and choreographed dances, and Jesse, who does everything from strip to invite people to spar him in the corner of the venue.
I think the hardest aspect of the running this band is just trying to describe it to people. Basically we show up with a billion lights, bags and bags of costumes (enough for anyone who wants one), 60 or more light sabers and really good songs, grab some mics and say “look, this is your time; you chose to be here, you probably paid your hard earned money to be here: don’t you dare walk out that door without having the best night of your life! All these things are at your disposal, we’ll help! We’re going to throw an awesome dance party, run around and scream about how fucking cool it is to finally kiss that person you’ve been crushing on for months, how there is nothing better than partying until 5 in the morning when you have to be up for work at 7 and how your friends are so fucking great, and there’s no doubt that you’d be absolutely fucking dead if they weren’t in your life to clean you off when you get shit on. Tonight there is no such thing as uncool. If you really want to hug a wall that’s fine! But if you’ve got a dance in your feet and a song in your heart then you fucking go for it!”
And the best part is that it works. It happens. People come out of their shells and go nuts! We’ve had shows where we just hand the mics over to people in the crowd mid song cause the harmonies they’re singing are so beautiful. People bust out insane moves! People put together the most incredible outfits! And you have no idea how good sword fighters people are! At the end of it people always come up to me and ask me what the name of our band is and who’s in it, and every time I say “we’re the terror pigeon dance revolt! and every single person in this room is in it!”
Track Listing:
1) Snakebites!2) grouphug!3) fast forward regrets.4) Tokyo Drift.5) iotdwykirhtbr6) my favorite hair.7) snowday!8) IN YOUR FACE SUCKINESS!! (are blood is rainbows)9) go directly to space!10) [ride friendship.]

US Tour Dates

3/4 – The Milestone – Charlotte, NC3/5 – The Village Tavern – Mt Pleasant, SC3/6 – Crowbar – Tampa, FL3/7 – Backbooth – Orlando, FL3/8 – The Engine Room – Tallahassee, FL3/10 – 529 – Atlanta, GA3/12 – The StarLight – Little Rock, AR3/30 – The Loft – La Jolla, CA4/1 – The Biko House – Isla Vista, CA4/2 – Amnesia Bar – San Francisco, CA4/5 – The Vera Project – Seattle, WA4/6 – Visual Arts Collective – Garden City, ID4/7 – Kilby Court – Salt Lake City, UT4/9 – Bourbon Theatre – Lincoln, NE4/11 – Schubas Tavern – Chicago, IL4/13 – Cafe Bourbon St – Columbus, OH4/14 – Brillobox – Pittsburgh, PA4/24 – The Friendship Cove – Montreal, QC

www.myspace.com/theterrorpigeondancerevoltwww.luakabop.com/

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