Terror Pigeon is like when your best bro meets some new dude and won’t stop telling you how fucking cool this new dude is. Like, «Bro, he’s so cool, he can jump really high, and run super fast, and he does sports very well.» You end up feeling a little jealous and don’t want to hear about new dude anymore. But then you meet new dude and you’re like«Woah.» You’re like, «Oh, I get it. This dude IS really cool and does sport very well.» You end up talking him home one night and he sleeps on your floor, and charges his phone, and then, just like that, he’s gone. You’re world is never the same after. When Terror Pigeon looks into your eyes, it’s like you’re the only two pigeons in the world.
Walter W.
Place rating: 5 Brooklyn, NY
Five stars are roughly 495 short of conveying how fantastic Terror Pigeon is. Whether you experience Terror Pigeon performing in a wrestling ring, in an old-time movie theater, under a parachute, or under a parachute in a wrestling ring inside an old-time movie theater, the experience can’t be matched. Good for groups? Duh, yes. Music? Awesome. Noise Level? Perfect. Plan your trip to a Terror Pigeon today!
Vernie D.
Place rating: 5 Milpitas, CA
Terror Pigeon changed my life. If you’re not listening to them yet, you’re probably really boring. When you go see them live, you go under that magical blanket and get lost. You need this band in your life. Trust me.
Dave V.
Place rating: 5 Los Angeles, CA
Terror Pigeon is the most fun you’ll ever have in your life. It is an instant party – and Neil Fridd, creator of Terror Pigeon is the Ambassador of FUN. The songs are beautiful and life-affirming and oddly moving – and you can’t help but listen to the songs and bounce, or jump, or leap around the stage. Neil Fridd BRINGS it to every single show. He infuses every performance with his unique brand of charisma and his questionable fashion sense. Don’t miss him when he comes to your town.
Jim F.
Place rating: 5 Birmingham, AL
look: your life is meaningless. so is mine. all of it – it all means nothing. so why not dance your way into oblivion? why not suck every bit of marrow out of the skeleton of existence before we make our way into the dusty void? stop fucking around and listen to terror pigeon! let’s hurtle towards nothingness while dancing under a parachute while frenching with death! there is no tomorrow! only terror pigeon!!! oh: and neil’s a nice dude.