"Raised somewhere between Montpellier and the Mississippi, the young Mumblin' Caveman was already wearing a mustache at the age of 7. Worn out by people, he started to be a one-man band glittering with sweatiness, driven by the blues and things like chicken or Casanis. Some say he was right, 'cause his muddy sounds trigger a terrible urge to wade fervently through a puddle of whiskey. In overall. Gone out of his cave, he's now travellin' on a long way to free drinks, nice chicks, crazy people, sweat, and other wild stuff." www.facebook.com/mumblincaveman