Bob Moore on guitar
Bob started playing guitar with mates at school and never really stopped. He had a long songwriting partnership with Steve Norchi (who appears on the Strategy album) and they worked together in Steve’s band J Fordaway. He loved Charles Bukowski, The Mahavishnu Orchestra, those odd Ozric Tentacles, animals and having everything covered. You could never pin down his musical taste, but more than anything he loved great sound.
Derek White, bass
Our mover, shaker, fixer and hustler. Derek has been a pillar of the British blues rock scene almost since it started. He’s backed many blues and rock musicians, including Bernie Marsden, John Verity, Gary Fletcher, Russ ‘The Hitman’ Alexander, The Cinelli Brothers and of course the great Larry Miller. In between, he does everything he can to get Brentford promoted. It almost worked this year.
Ian Salisbury, keyboards
Ian formed Storm Warning with Bob, Derek and drummer Roger Willis, when they were working together in J Fordaway. He blends jazz, blues, rock and classical influences to create the soundscapes that define the Storm Warning sound. If you ever get the chance, get him to tell you the story of transporting a grand piano to France with a shopping trolley.
Russ Chaney, drums
Russ lends Storm Warning a dash of alternative credibility, having toured with punk cults GBH back in the day when it might almost have been a thing. He honed his blues-rock chops with Mick Clarke, all the while immersing himself in the minutiae of 1960s memorabilia. Show him a Tiffin and he’ll raise you a pack of Surprise Peas. Or a bar of Camay. He has one up on Derek because he managed to get Wycombe Wanderers promoted this year.
Stuart Maxwell, vocals, harmonica
Stuart is the band’s lost hippy, which is a bit odd because he loves doom metal. He discovered music via Pink Floyd and then hurtled into the blues on the coat-tails of Jimi Hendrix. But really it’s all about Hawkwind, the Pink Fairies, the Grateful Dead and Bongripper. And check out Kurokuma, Sheffield’s finest. Otherwise, he reads ancient Chinese poetry, ghost stories, classic detective fiction and Hemingway. And Jack Kerouac. In recent times, he has grown to dread the letters C, B, L, X, Y and Z. But he adores O and U.