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Wigwam is a Finnish progressive rock band formed in 1968. Wigwam was founded after the split of the seminal Blues Section, with whom drummer Ronnie Österberg had played before. He formed the band as a trio, but soon brought in British expatriate singer/songwriter Jim Pembroke (also in BS) and organist Jukka Gustavson. A year later, Pekka Pohjola joined on bass. Kim Fowley produced Wigwam's second album Tombstone Valentine (1970). This album also featured an excerpt of Erkki Kurenniemi's electronic composition 'Dance of the Anthropoids'. The 1974 album Being is often called Wigwam's masterpiece. After its release, though, Pohjola and Gustavson quit the band. Commercially the most successful Wigwam album must be the more pop-oriented Nuclear Nightclub that followed in 1975, with new members Pekka Rechardt on guitar and Måns Groundstroem on bass. For a time in the 1970s Wigwam seemed poised to break through in Europe, along with bands like Tasavallan Presidentti, but even though they were highly praised by the UK press large-scale international fame eluded them, and by 1978 they had disbanded. Jim Pembroke and Ronnie Österberg formed the Jim Pembroke Band in late 1979, but following health problems with diabetes, Österberg committed suicide on December 6, 1980. Wigwam reformed in the 1990s with the Pembroke-Rechardt-Groundstroem core intact, and has been active to the present. In Finland they have a lasting (although limited) following, and their influence on Finnish rock music is widely recognised. Lyrics Atomic man, embossed on hues of Money greens that swell and ooze, will Scratch his chin as if to muse that All this winning meant to lose Though he slaved and hate his dues Here he was, no time to choose A way to change and try to fuse him- self into the way the queues around him 'Attack you fools!' the captain bawls 'I have your heads upon my walls!' Rows of heroes crouch to crawls, bomb Bamboo huts and village halls, smash Ping-pong bats with cannon balls, as Ali-Baba's sheiks and sauls Debag Goliath as he falls While the Statue Of Liberty climbs and mauls everything 'Champagne for the heroe whore And watch your step in all that gore But not too much, he'll scream for more' El pres. advices from the door 'For though he's filled from skin to core It's not enough he'll whine for sure, so Say it's we who keep the score, and nail him back upon the floor, yeh' So there he works, still at large Behind his smiles and his camouflage Of nice white coats and college grades that Hide blue suits with golden braids And though I hope the smell just fades It does not go but leads to raids on Bamboo huts in country glades Where the people use the grass for blades, ain't that something