Peter Pudfucker -Vocals

Peter is seriously fucked up. We're not kidding here. Sid Vicious had nothing on this guy. Peter sang worse and drank harder. Peter also wrote the the Pigeon's defining lyrical moment, "this is just a fuckin' joke. We don't deny it, it's just a hoax. Getting pissed and getting laid is all that matters." And it was Peter's desire to pay homage to the Sex Pistols' and Sid Vicious that led to the birth of the Pigeon's self destructive existence. Speaking of destructive, to this day there are still blood splatters, vomit stains, and chunks of missing drywall in the home that Peter so graciously donated for the use of the now infamous Pigeon Partys. Peter gave everything he had to the Pigeons-his sanity, his home, his sobriety, his sister...

Raymond Luxury Yacht -Vocals

You know whenever theres a terrible killing spree and some old lady on the news says, "He was such a nice young boy. No one believes he could do such a thing." Meet Raymond. A plain looking socially invisible intellectual bookreading cheerleaders don't know he exists but thats ok 'cause he's got a claw hammer with their name on it-kind 'o guy. His definitive Pigeon moment...My Feelings of Love..

Dave G. Simmons -Bass&Vocals

Dave would rather eat puke than wear a suit and tie and is musically responsible for a big chunk of the Pigeons. But perhaps his biggest and most important contribution to the whole experience was his fateful introduction of our good friend...mister Pierre Smirnoff. Sobriety thy name is...shit we forget.