Crobot
About
In the shadowed valleys of Pennsylvania, where the relics of coal and the echo of a post-industrial America fuse, the band Crobot bursts forth—a sonic whirlwind born of rebellion and raw power. This band is not just a troop of musicians; they are a high-speed chase through the wastelands of rock ‘n’ roll, armed with a potent cocktail of adrenaline and sonic boom.
At the helm is Brandon Yeagley, the quintessential rock ‘n’ roll shaman, wielding his harmonica and microphone like twin totems of chaos and creation. His fervor borders on the religious, a revivalist bent on converting the masses with each electrifying note and primal scream. Chris Bishop, the guitar-slinging axeman, carves through the darkness with riffs sharp enough to slice through the thickest fog, forging a path with every frenetic strum.
Joining the fray, Pat Seals, the latest addition to the rhythm section, pounds the bass with a ferocity that commands the shadows, his vibrations weaving through the fabric of the night, speaking directly into the void. Alongside him, Dan Ryan on drums stokes the engine of this auditory beast, his beats a thunderous pulse that breathes life into their wild musical onslaught.