"Raised somewhere between Montpellier and the Mississippi, the young Mumblin' Caveman was already wearin’ that mustache at the age of 7. Worn out by people, he started to be a one-man band glitterin’ with sweatiness, driven by the blues and things like sausages or Casanis. Some say he was right, 'cause his muddy sounds trigger a terrible urge to wade fervently through a puddle of whisky. In overall.
After 3 years of playin’ that primitive rock n roll - sharing the stage with Scott H. Biram, The Blues Against Youth, Bud McMuffin, or King Automatic - he’s gonna hit the road again with a new 7" proudly released on Close Up rds.
Gone out of his cave, the Caveman is now travellin' on a long way to free drinks, nice chicks, crazy people, sweat, and other wild stuff. Beware."
released July 12, 2013
Members : caveman's hands, caveman's mumble, caveman's feet, and it all sounds like shit.
All songs recorded at the Subsonic, Montpellier.
Artwork by Vangogo.
Photo by Arbre Payday.