CROBOT Returns to the Groove: Reborn, Resurrected, and Ready to Strike

There’s a special kind of madness that happens when a band circles back to its roots — that wild-eyed realization that the thing you were chasing was behind you the whole damn time. CROBOT are standing right there now, staring down the beast they built, grinning through the smoke.

Frontman Brandon Yeagley still preaches his gospel from behind the mic like some back-alley shaman with a harmonica holstered for punctuation. Christopher Bishop remains the riff conjurer — tone soaked in engine grease and snake oil, like the guitar itself is clawing to escape the song. And with the arrival of brothers Willie Jansen (bass, vocals) and Nico Jansen (drums, percussion), the band’s pulse has begun to sound dangerous again — thick, swinging, and impossible to fake.

Most bands say they’re “getting back to their roots.” Usually that means they’re out of ideas. CROBOT means it like a blood oath.

They’ve stripped everything down to muscle and marrow, rediscovering that holy intersection where Sabbath’s weight meets Funkadelic’s freak, where Clutch’s swagger shakes hands with the Blood Sugar Sex Magik-era Chili Peppers. This isn’t nostalgia — it’s resurrection.

The past few years have sanded off the pretense. What’s left is a band that knows how to breathe again. How to groove again. How to trust the dirt under their boots. They’ve been through the industry grinder, the touring trenches, ego traps, and inner wars — and came out the other side grinning, riffing, and sounding more alive than they have in a decade.

That rebirth roars to life with “Gun to My Head”, the first blast from their upcoming album. It’s CROBOT at their most unfiltered — hook-heavy, groove-drenched, and thick with the kind of swagger that makes amps sweat. The chorus swings like a pendulum between surrender and salvation — the sound of four musicians testing their limits and finding freedom on the other side.

It’s not about violence — it’s about transformation.
Pressure.
Love.
Truth.
The kind of pain that forces you to evolve.

“Every note has a reason, every word a purpose,”
— Brandon Yeagley

“Gun to My Head” is just the beginning. CROBOT in 2025 isn’t chasing relevance — they’re chasing feel. The kind of unspoken alchemy that occurs when four lunatics hit a downbeat and the room levitates for a split second. They’ve traded the smoke and mirrors for sweat and instinct — and it shows.

Call it rebirth.
Call it regression.
Call it whatever the hell you want.

CROBOT is back where they belong: knee-deep in the groove, grinning like thieves, and daring you to prove them wrong.

🎙 Watch our full interview with CROBOT on The Jiggy Jaguar Experience

🔥 Listen to “Gun to My Head”