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Clams Baker (Mutado Pintado/Paranoid London);
Lightnin’ Jack Everett (Fat White Family);
The Saulcano (Insecure Men, Fat White Family);
Mr Salt Fingers Lovecraft (Childhood, Insecure Men);
The Witherer aka Little Whiskers (Paranoid London).
Warmduscher A brief introduction by Dr Alan Goldfarb
Locally sourced fruit and vegetables often have a nasty aftertaste.
A column of salt, floating in the periphery of time collapses in silence... Silence.‘Twas the inception, the beginning, of Warmduscher. Cold in the salt-furnace, slithering in the morning light.
The wilds of Patagonia have birthed many enigmas over time, none, however, as enigmatically and physically disabled as Warmduscher vocalist and sonic master, Clams Baker Jr the Third. Born of strife and famine, Baker found his way to London after limited success running a rubber piping company that he started in Buenos Aires during the summer of 1976.
Similarly, son of three-time Emmy award winning actor, Dr Withers, operates the electronic swirls and analog twitches audible on any Warmduscher recording. Standing at an even 6’5”, his origins are as mysterious as they are unknown. His oranges are ripe and delicious. His style and sound enhances the band somewhat. Others feel his presence unnecessary.
Now onto The Saulcano, as he is known. He was thrust into the band by the group of timberwolves which raised him. A cantankerous chest-scratcher, his musical prowess is unrivaled in this world and the next. He remains, to this day, a steadfast supporter of Salt Law.
Warmduscher’s drummer, Lightnin’ Jack Everett left the reputable Al Aqsa Martyr’s Brigade to pursue life as a door-to-door pharmacist. He met with Clams and The Saulcano in 1986, during the summer of 14 whispers.
Two weeks after that fateful meeting, the three fostered a young orphan - discarded by the side of the road - another lost child, another grave. That child grew up to be Salt Fingers, Warmduscher’s newest addition and bass tormentor. This is the roster, the brotherhood, the soft embrace of a universal mother.
Warmduscher’s music went on to win hearts, minds, awards, trophy wives and daughters. The irrepressible weight of sound, it conjures a feeling of being bludgeoned to death, by a bag of soft, soft kippers. Bertrand Russell once said: “If the Tigris was not a river, it would be a band. A band called WARMDUSCHER.”
“A thrill” - Lauren Laverne, BBC 6 Music;
“At the point where personal hygiene ends and Kraut-garage begins lies Warmduscher” - The Quietus;
“The offspring of a match made in hell between Fat White Family and Paranoid London”- Louder Than War;
“Warmduscher are playing by their own rules” - Clash Magazine