I’m sure at this point you’re familiar with Warmduscher. We caught up with the mustachioed maestro, Clams, himself.

Last week already seems like a different age, full of carefree optimism.

This week we headed down to End of the Road (September 2-5, Larmer Tree Gardens) for a weekend of good clean fun.

You'll cry, you'll go into existential crisis, you'll dance. Our recommendations for the weekend ahead.

Southend meets Salerno, or is it Portsmouth meets Puglia, who knows? Wherever you are this summer the ride is relentless.

A riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, gaffa taped to a puzzle with questions written on it in crayon. You get the idea. Who is Marlon Bianco? I asked the man himself.

If Sabbath is God, then does that make Fuzz Jesus? Duncan Clark works it out with multi-instrumentalist Charles Moothart; the bad penny of every psych garage band you already love.

It’s a bold new world we live in, full of hope and national pride.

Saturday sees Warmduscher bring their deliciously depraved brand of sleaze rock to the stage at EartH, London.

A band that started as a joke and supported Ty Segal off just four singles; Duncan Clark finds out which members of the un-pigeonhole-able Los Bitchos would bang Travis Barker.