by Nathan Carson

Nigel Pepper Cock

Sat Sept 20

Twilight Cafe

The following is a true story, according to The Crackwhore, keycrusher for Nigel Pepper Cock: "We played a show where the theme was 'Richard Simmons and his Workout Girls,' and we conjured up the spirits of Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, and Bruce and Brandon Lee. The ghost of Brandon Lee cracked his head on the NordicTrack and had to get staples in his skull."

Confrontation. Shock value. Lewd artwork. Loud, beer-spilling hardcore anthems with soaring synth sheen. These are the elements that make up the six MAN team of axe wielders and low-end thrusters in the sci-fi sex-rock band Nigel Pepper Cock. Men with names like Captain Cumsocks, Simon Lay Bone, and Ace Freefeel. Men who are comfortable wearing white socks, bitchin' Reebok hightops--and nothing else.

The brains behind this operation belong to Rick the Desert Dick, who graces the cover of the band's first 7" wearing nothing but the aforementioned getup, plus dark glasses and blonde mullet. And, oh yeah, a raging boner in his hand. Indeed, gazing upon a Pepper Cock record is not so different from being punched in the face.

The Crackwhore concurs. "[The records] are beautiful works of art that will eventually hang in the Smithsonian or the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I believe there is a bidding war going on."

These are six total NoCal degenerates, with literally gay artwork and lyrics about stoner trolls and coke whores. How does a climate as political as the Bay Area react to these MEN? "We get away with it. We just played the Oakland Gay Pride Fest. I don't think Ziegenbock Kopf was asked to perform."

This trip sees the Cock supporting their debut album, The New Wayâ on cult-crust label Life is Abuse. The Crackwhore expounds on the meaning behind the title: "It is a philosophy--a teaching, if you will: if you fuck something up or make a mistake, there is no reason to fix it. You just leave it as it is, and it becomes 'the new way.'" When asked what it's like to be a member of Nigel Pepper Cock, he answers, "It's like hanging out in a mobile bar filled with mental patients."