Joe Is also been known as Tarquin Rochboloch......but not by many people which poses the question, "why even mention it?". hmmmm?....but anyway, Joe was raised by angry Liverpudlians in a barn made of Sticklebricks in the early 80's.
There was no real reason for the choice of living arrangment he later discovered, "It just seemed like a good idea at the time son," was his only explanation, Although, this may explain some of the anger shown by said liverpudlians? (Sticklebricks do not keep out the elements too well).
  Joe first realised he had thumbs at a young age and took it upon himself to chew and suck them until he discovered he could put them to better use making noise and writing lines in a band and yelling his thought doodles at strangers from behind a microphone and his plank of stringed wood.
  He started JWP as a side project from his main musical endevour at the time which was a Romainian Skiffle band called FALLOUT40.
  JWP started to take more of the driving seat in his spongy brain bag when he came to the realisation on one dark night in a van on the M25 that he could not even speak the launguage shared by his fellow band mates and that this was the reason for his exclusion from band conversations over the past 5 years. Bowled over by the novelty of speaking in his native English tongue and by the ability to communicate effectively and without the use of a interpreter to his band fellows.
  After many arguments and unresolved criminal investigations on missing person reports, he managed to find two other like minded boing nongers to join him in mindset and his search for a new musical note! (he claims it to be called 'S', many have claimed different) then gave up soon after as the other two ring sprinklers supplied him with an equivilant of three deciduous rain forests in Wilko's note book paper.
  After an extensive band meeting about 'missing the point' and what to do with this surplus supply, he started to write down words from his greymatter spazdepriver onto the note paper as a means to make amends for the apparent waste of our planets resource. These words formed the basis of the music that makes JWP what it is........what ever that maybe.

          

 Dan Williams, The Noise, Bash Ears, Bloody Filth Knocker, Slopdogging Skin Wrangler, Thunderklunk Mcguinness, Warblespunk the Funk Bunker, and Dave.
   These are just a few of the names Dan has been known as over his musical career spanning an amazing 40 years! An incredible acheivment for any 21 year old!
   Dan started his life in a butchers shop in the south of Kent. Although he was 15 at the time, the question has to be raised, what did he do for the first 15 years of his life? Many have speculated about his involvment in the secret service and more precisley the black op's for young offenders scheme which raised so much controversy in the early 90's.
When questioned on the subject, Dan mearly looks into the distance and states "Well, someone has to pull those things outta' them", then quickly changes the subject.
    He worked as a butchers apprentice for a while but bashed the bones too much to be a useful asset to a hard working butcher, so he was packed into his custom hard cases and shipped up to Belper in Derbyshire where he was told a kit was waiting for him to have and to hold. Dan while at first protesting after mishearing the word 'kit' as a rather more un-appealing substance when suggesting to have and hold something, soon found a family to live with and a noise to bash with. Then after a night of drinking pure drum scrapings through a straw, met Joe who fell over his own eyebrows whilst watching people watch other people watching football down the local pub.They discovered a deep understanding of eachothers knee bones and talked for hours about skin bashing and brain splurging until they realised they needed to make noise with wooden things together. They organized a meeting in a public area with public disorder warning signs placed all around, and set about disorganizing a shrub using Gaffer tape and old pairs of earrings, and then wrote their first song about the experience before being led away by officers of the law to sit and consider their actions.

They didn't....... the rest is history.

Thom has killed people.
No infomation will be given as to the method of his victims disembowlment and DIY embalming service and as for the stolen eye jelly...this was purely a coincidence that it was missing. And besides, what would he do with eye jelly anyway??
   His name would seem to suggest a slight impression of his character, as would his introduction here in our bio, this is all untrue. The court cases and public enquiry reports (also released in braille by his demand!) clearly state Thom is no Bastard!....just a little bit bad tempered. And, loss of limb caused by Thom, could just as easely have been caused by "some other bastard" to quote the man himself. Especially when concerning his beloved Bass Rig which he calls 'Mugglewump the Wobble'. "Ya gotta' treat it right" he is heard telling wreckless bass players before mysterious disapearences take place in music venues around the country. When asked about the whereabouts of said bass players, thom mearly shrugs and says "I aint got no jelly have I!" 
   Thom bore witness to the 'public disorder, shrub, gaffer tape, and earring sessions involving Joe and Dan and found the experience a moving one. He immediately offered his services as a Bass player (and also to share his jelly) and the guys were too afraid to say no. Thankfully Thom turned out to be the legendary and much fabled 'Rumble Meister of the Apocalypse' and so all was well.
Thom also loves 'Tool' and own's a Labradoodle.