![]() “So we’re gonna give you everything we’ve got!”Īnd even before the roar of approval has peaked, they are delivering on that promise with a jaw-dropping, groove-heavy rendition of Wild Flowers. “We appreciate you comin’ to see us…” a sweaty and slightly maniacal-looking Clams Baker Jr tells us, after Midnight Dipper sends the audience into a paroxysm of pogoing so intense that the floor fleeting transforms into a trampoline. The band reflect the audiences booz-and-drug fueled abandon right back at them, delivering a confident, muscular set that draws heavily from their latest At The Hotspot and 2019’s Tainted Lunch, with occasional forays further back into their catalogue. It looks like they’re about to pull it off, if the reaction of this writhing, crowd-surfing audience (who seem to know every word of every song played tonight) is anything to go by. Warmduscher have been making waves in Britain and, like many bands before them, are hoping parlay that cultural collateral into stateside success. The moment the band march onstage in their matching jumpsuits, the place is utter pandemonium. They kick-off with Big Wilma, whose Devo-on-speed guitar riff instantly sets the BPM to “breakneck.” From there, the pace rarely lets up. In other words, if Clams were to break character and start talking about his “process” in a Hugh Grant accent, it would be some Kaiser Soze-level shit. It’s a peculiar assumption to make, especially given the singer’s lyrics which are pure American street-poetry. ![]() The singer tells me that since their debut at South By Southwest two weeks ago they’ve met more than one person who assumed that his accent was some kind of put-on. Front-man Clams Baker Jr is a Cape Cod-to-London (by way of NYC) transplant, so for him at least, this debut US tour is a homecoming of sorts.
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