As if it needs no re-introduction, here we have the final few remaining picture disc vinyl copies of 2004’s horrible and deeply dank disasterpiece, the notorious The Big Black Cock Of Death EP.

Evidently now quietly banned/withdrawn/deleted/cancelled, so officially unavailable, I’d be well advised skipping them straight to their eventual destination of a Chinese landfill site, but no.

The 2022 Dad’s Dick edition hits you up hard with a full filthy body of bonus electronic content: all-new gentle remastering of the digital copies; Live versions, exclusive remixes, and an all-new recording of That Rarest Of Beasts – as untamed, uncensored, and unapologetic as ever.

The 12” can be signed by the artist if you fancy that. It’ll still play.

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Some Reviews From The Time:

NormanRecords.com:
Don't you think 'The Big Black Cock of Death EP' is one of the best record titles ever? That's what Dressed In Wires have called their spanky new 12" picture disc on Distraction records. This is crazy stuff indeed. There's something for everyone on there, well maybe not everyone but it's hugely varied, covering industrial, breakcore, ragga, electronica etc. It's excellent as well. I think this will appeal to fans of late 80's Blast First noise ala Big Black and Butthole Surfers and also folks who dig Kid 606 and V Snares. It doesn't really sound like any of them but it's gonna appeal to you folks I think. Not for the faint hearted but the music and artwork (utterly superb!) together are tremendous so this gets my record of the week.


Allan Harrison, Grooves:
With the number of laptop punks whose music toes the line between “violent” and “stupid” rapidly gaining pace, Yorkshire’s Dressed in Wires (a.k.a. Simondo Topless) has turned to Bill Hicks for inspiration on The Big Black Cock of Death. A mangled car crash of digital hardcore, gabba, splattermash, ear-bleed electronic hip-hop, and garbled white noise, this Distraction Records picture-disc is clearly the work of a feverish, miscreant imagination.

The centerpiece is arguably the epic, 13-minute “Hiroshima Was a Shithole Anyway,” which tars hip-hop beats with dancehall shout-outs, drum n’ bass peaks and Dizzee Rascal breaks. There’s also the truly unhappy-hardcore finale of “Blood Touching Glass” (a tribute to Sydney’s face-glassing noise artist Justice Yeldham, perhaps?), a squelching squall that ends the EP in suitably horrifying form. The relentless speaker-hammering crunch—largely achieved through Topless’ use of guitar pedals—is often overwhelming, but balanced by a resolute refusal to stick with an idea for too long.

Lowcut magazine:

Well, it appears that the man who calls himself Simondo Topless has a thing with making music that will annoy most people and enthral the rest! This is released as a 12” Picture Disc and has 5 tracks with very strange and controversial names like Hiroshima was a Shithole Anyway and Proposed Theme Tune #4 “Let’s Hunt and Kill Billy Ray Cyrus”. The 12” opens with The Breeders, which is some Coil meets Nine Inch Nails type thing and quite cool. The whole production is very raw like the old industrial stuff of the early 80’s, not the clean stuff. Proposed Theme Tune #4 is something quite different with strange music and a guy saying” Something saved your Pecker, suck it” looped over and over. Strange…The last track on side A is That Rarest of Beasts; Hay Parabola, Crack Chikin/Nex Nine Times for Sunshine, a sort of twisted hip hop thing with young black kids saying nasty shit…

Hiroshima was a shithole begins with a huge amount of noise that immediately makes you go to the volume knob as a low bass just about blows out your windows! It evolves into Mr.Topless having a little drum battle on his laptop and going completely mad until a sort of techno bass kicks in the sound intensity increases and then the listener dies… This track lasts for 13 minutes. The last track Blood Touching Glass makes you quite sure he is trying to destroy your hearing.. Phew…..

If you dig: Coil, Nine Inch Nails, Aphex Twin

4 Razors: Fantastic...like in really really good.




Review from Slobodan on Serbian Radio.

ESSENTIAL LISTENING FOR THIS WEEK> Dressed In Wires THE BIG BLACK COCK OF DEATH on Distraction

It sounds like Ministry should sound these days. It sounds like the granny didn't gave the kids the promised cookies. And was later set on fire. With all of her photo album memories. Kid 606 should dress in wires. Britney Spears should have at least one friend whose into this stuff. Cause Madonna doesn't. Big Black Cock Of Death, as an expression, says more of the world than CNN's two-hours coverage of the world's scariest ongoings. Dressed In Wires made my girlfriend worry about me.



2006 Review from Unpeeled.Co.Uk

IT’S ONLY YOUR DIGNITY, SUCK IT

Dressed In Wires “The Big Black Cock Of Death” EP (Distraction Records)

Naturally this a record I’ll be playing when I man the wheels of steel at our local BNP disco this weekend, should go down a bomb as well, you know how the Nazis love all that gothic electronic, black metal disco stuff. Just as well that Dressed In Wires are masters of these black arts, not so much fusing their metal, disco, electronica and goth-glam as incinerating it with laser beams from their retro-shaded eyes before chopping the ash into mega-snort lines.

This is a cracking slab of aural crack, and here’s why; “The Breeders” sounds like a starship battle in Thomas Dolby’s lab, but catchier and with a better light show, oh, and someone slaughtering robot elephants at the end. “Let’s Hunt & Kill Billy Ray Cyrus”, for the idea alone, but the tune is nicely barking as someone drawls the old Bill Hicks line, “sucking Satan’s pecker” while a toy piano gets splatterated by clone drums and doomy synth smashes. “Hiroshima Was A Shithole Anyway”, over sentimental perhaps, but the tune is a kicker, guitars hovering on feedback warp, one or two note bass assaults, heavy breathing and drums programmed by Satan himself. It’s really quite amazing and as Dressed In Wires are part of the “hotbed of electronica talent spawning in the north-east of England” I now know why Michael Owen jumped at the chance to move to Newcastle. You just move to here www.dressedinwires.co.uk and all will be well, or not.



2006 Review from Losingtoday.com

Dressed in Wires ‘The Big Black Cock of Death’ EP (Distraction). Ought to come with a parental and medical practitioners warning this 5 track release from Dressed in Wires aside the fact that’s it’s a head splitting glitch horror show of some measure it’s so violent sounding that we swear we actually spied our hi-fi wincing with tears of pain.

Dressed in Wires is Simondo Topless (you sure) who has it seems been terrorising the electronica fraternity for a fair few years now having to date released 11 equally inspired and radio unfriendly albums (which sadly have past us by - questions will be asked mind you). ‘The Big Black Cock of Death’ EP (from herein referred to as BBCD - because it’s a mouthful - boom boom - nah seriously if I write that to many times I’ll either get a warning message from AOL’s Room 101 spies or else I’ll subconsciously start signing off my emails with it) features 5 cuts and lasts a whopping 35 minutes all lovingly pressed on 12” of picture disc vinyl and features who we assume to be Simondo on the front either that or an adult sized Brains from Thunderbirds with his grooviest Trevor and Simon ’Swing your Pants’ gear on. Ho hum - said enough - the music.

We’ll start by saying it’s rabid stuff especially the opening onslaught ’The Breeders’ - the kind of thing that a) will win you admiring looks from neighbours b) scare the bejeezus out of small pets, plants and ceiling plaster and c) is probably the closest thing to recreating that sound of an aural autopsy that you have in your mind’s eye as your ever gonna hear for real on vinyl. Think prime time SPK ganging up with early Front 242 to beat the living shite out of Einsturzende Neubauten. A punk ’zoid battle ground of white hot industrial beats bleeding from the inside of wired IDM structures (that’s Insane Dance Music as opposed to the Intellectual variety). Think upon it as a friendly and funkier variant of Merzbow and the likes but all the same equally punishing and ruddy scary with it. ’Proposed theme tune #4 for ’Let’s hunt and kill Billy Ray Cyrus’ has if I’m not woefully mistaken Bill Hicks samples - a screwed up hill-billy-hip-hop-abstract-scizoid-psychopathic-jaw-jarring-brain-bashing-head-fuck - think we’ve covered everything there. ‘That rarest of beasts; Hey Parabola, Crack Chikin / Nex Nine Times for Sunshine’ is well as un-fucken-friendly as you can get - obliquely grimy and gritty hip hop - Run DMC and Grandmaster it ain’t.

‘Hiroshima was a shithole anyway’ title alone will ensure the PC brigade are out with their flags picketing on the steps of DiW’s sonic bunker but then title aside what you get is some good honest wholesome lip smacking party boogying sound scapes - okay I lie unless of course all the tools in the shed have suddenly come to life to be found having acid flashbacks and decided to re-enact ‘Psycho‘, this is wickedly off the wall laptop manipulations being squeezed through a blender at pace - and is that the Chipmunks I can hear shrieking in the mix - well good riddance ya furry cute lookin’ fuckers - of course we joke - rampant, un-danceable but then what did you expect - tunes? - Well yes now you’ve come to mention it.

Last up ’Blood touching glass’ is what I can only describe as the sound I often hear when I visit my local dentist except magnified a tad - under no circumstance to be played in a room adorned by moveable objects, alone and during the hours of darkness, think EAR and BBC Radiophonic Workshop in the throes of a slow painful death at the hands of a steel finger tipped Pimmon scratching down along a humungous blackboard - guaranteed to make your ears bleed, your skin crawl and your teeth grate. Consider yourselves warned enter at your own peril. www.distractionrecords.com