The TreeSleepers (LJ, Sir Albert J. Creepeasy, Jack Dubious, Special K and Precht, to their friends) are a five piece from West Cork. The hirsute bunch play original funky music to make ya wanna dance. They have been gigging together for four years and their distinct blend of genres and energetic live shows have been know to leave audiences half naked. They can best be described as rock/funk/ska with a dash of gypsy, or in their own words "HomeBrew, everything we found under the sink and boiled up together." Despite all these instruments, energy and up tempo songs from time to time The TreeSleepers lose their drumkit in favour of a cajon or bongos for more intimate live shows.

They released the EP "Phantasmagoria" at the end of 2011 which received many positive reviews, and are currently touring their first album "Say Yes To Everything", which was released in December 2014.

Drop-D described them; “Their mongrel mix of blues, indie, punk and pop has been slowly perfected,” the five piece look “immediately comfortable on a major stage.”

Chew Your Own Fat said; "The TreeSleepers are an eclectic band with a plethora of instruments to hand, should a song be in need of a hint of banjo, or a sax solo. There is little to fault this band; they have all the elements of band that sets out to astound listeners be it via a recording or live on stage"

With WeAreNoise calling them; “all dreads, beards, army boots and attitude. They deliver a relentless good time beat.”

In short, "There’s a refreshing take-it-or-leave it kind of buzz to The Treesleepers. Upfront. Unaffected. Goes well with whiskey and a sneer.” (Culch.ie)

We are The TreeSleepers!
LJ met Special K after he’d travelled across the sea, from the oil fields of Texas where he was spawned, screaming and gurgling into existence/extinction. Terrified she fled to Dublin to learn 326 different ways to excavate eardrums from unsuspecting crowds, and remained for many a year, doing so...

Upon her return to the wilds of West Cork, in search of new audiences to terrorize, she beseeched the Grand Wizard to ferment a band for her, out of only the most purely filthy materials. After much smog, Coca-Cola (Curse it's foul Influence), petrol and lighter fluid, Special K was again forced upon her for her own good, and, for the sake of familiarity, she looked past the oil to oggle at his mastery of sweet funky rhythms. In an effort to add some Adhesive Slime to hold this shambling cripple of a musical outfit together, the wizard added Young Master Precht to the brew, renowned for his slimey, sticky, gooey yuk.

So with Blood, Bones, and Brains finally sourced, (Thats Bass, Drums, and Songwriting, let loose ,gone mad. Loco.) they realised that for Frankenstein to truly live they needed Flesh, and called on the services of Jack Dubious for Licks on Skin. Unimpressed Dubious declined, only to later offer his services on banjo, saxophone, Thumb-twiddler and Special effects. Rumor Has it his unexpected application was due to a sudden, sneeeeaky and slippery event, which no one really noticed, when the Position of Skin-Licker was Seized by Sir Albert J Creepeasy.... Dubious, aware of Sinistral Intentions, Watches over the band, protecting them from Creepeasy's terrible and deadly Mislead Guitar.