Review: It takes precisely two minutes of "Tainted Lunch" to realise that Warmduscher really don't give a flying funk what you think. The sort of band who are happy with the strange and rather hallucinatory world they've created for themselves - ideal trippers, if you like.
Opening with the Iggy Pop collaboration "Rules Of The Game", the London outfit are informed by everything from hip hop ("Burner", featuring legend Kool Keith), early Red Hot Chili Peppers ("Midnight Dipper"), post-punk ("Blood Load") and experimental, grungy scuzz, if that's really a thing ("Grape Face"). The result is an album that's pretty much impossible to categorise, which although increasingly common in the genre-less today, rarely presents itself in such a fascinating, abrasive and unapologetic form. Where from here is anyone's guess, simply because the band could quite literally go anywhere from here. Hence closer "Tiny Letters" coming across like the deranged child of 1950s balladry.