Niagara Regional Police Service Pipes and Drums
| Niagara Regional Police Pipe Band | |
|---|---|
| Location | Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada |
| Grade | 4 |
| Pipe Major | Peter MacKenzie |
| Tartan | Niagara Region |
| Notable Honours | 2nd place (Grade 2), 2001 World Pipe Band Championships |
| Website | www.nrppb.ca |
The Niagara Regional Police Pipe Band is a grade four pipe band based in Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada.
The band's Pipe Major is Peter MacKenzie.
There was a grade 2 pipe band in existence until the end of the 2009 Season, led by Dave Goodall (Pipe Major) and Graham Kirkwood (Drum Sergeant), however, that group dissolved in Fall of 2009.
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