Last night, I thought about going to Mercy Lounge's 8 off 8th, but did not go because the lineup was either unknown to me or known in a way that still made me not want to go.
But buried down toward the end of the bill on Mercy's calendar was a band called Sexpipe. That's right. Sexpipe. So cheeky, so mysterious, so hilariously stupid I had to know what the eff it was all about.
Lazily, I searched for the band online, only to turn up nothing. Sexpipe, reveal your intentions immediately. Tell us who you are, and what you want with us.