Cock E.S.P. are a Minneapolis based circus trio. They are a true modern day noise freakshow regularly to be found on the highways and byways of America on constant tours to numb their pain. With over two hundred releases under their belts on various labels from around the globe they are respected by many and hated by most musicians and press. They are America's finest noise band and total cocks.
Founding member P.C. Hammeroids left the group in 1996 and was replaced by Matt Bacon.
Founding member P.C. Hammeroids left the group in 1996 and was replaced by Matt Bacon.
poneromusikologist
March 26, 2015Their name is an extrasensory appropriation of a "composition" title by the mighty HANATARASH, and it is a name which any male who's ever been on speed will tell you, is Perceptive.
Q: Is COCK E.S.P. good or bad?
A: It doesn't matter anymore.
They insult ENTERTAINMENT so CULTURE is long dead, the concept of "music" now a quaint memory.
COCK E.S.P. have made the question 'is COCK E.S.P. good or bad?' unanswerable.
By being more desperate and compromised than even you --they interrupt your feeble inner dialogue with bright static bursts of nothingness or anti-performance or fluxus or aktionism or 'danger' or unprofessional wrestling-- COCK E.S.P. negates both meaning and meaninglessness in awkward violent gestures so abrupt the senses recoil and combine and injury is inevitable.
Harsh Noise should be one guy in Minnesota, Noise Core two guys in Minnesota, Shock Rock four guys in Minnesota, there is no 3.
Yes they have done but it's a mirage; the third is not from or in Minnesota.
I'm not complaining when I say I cannot determine If They Care about their releases.
What's the biggest difference between "Noise" and "Harsh Noise"?
"Harsh Noise" is Never concerned with being 'good': Something is Happening...and No One is sure what.
It is this very quality which increases the likely hood that the work of COCK E.S.P. is relevant counterculture in contrast with, say, the vomitous neocon prostitute orgy that "Saturday Night Live" has become
or
the nasally 'We-Didn't-Remote-Control-Crash-Michael-Hastings-Car' psyop cynicism in the piece of shit magazine "Rolling Stone".