The Rollin' Stoned
could be the real thing indeed.
They possess the indefinable authenticity of carbon
copy originals, striking an uncanny resemblance to miniature
models hand picked from the cr?me of the cake depicted on
the cover of the classic '69 'Let It Bleed' album.
This isn't the full story however, because from the
band who invite you to get 'stoned on nostalgia', they not
on ly fit their respective roles, but have a stage presence
and force of personality all of their own.
by a few technical hitches, Lord Byron Jones's birthday gig
at the Torrington this Easter proved to be a fond homecoming,
akin to the Rolling Stones gracing a sports stadium at Twickenham.
The home grown local community attending always provide
a warm hearth rug for high- energy sets at the venue come
Xmas, Easter or the Solstice; each performance is entirely
consistent and well received.
The stage is decorated with the ambience of a hippy
style Keef and Anita guest room, welcoming the Stones family
attending with a cutting edge rhythm section and repertoire.
There are no wasted numbers with this band, just hand
selected songs and musicians ensuring a solid coverage of
two or more hours fresh from the Rollin' Stoned juke box.
Brown Sugar, Bitch, Angie; time has waited for no one,
and as the Stones are getting a little weather wor n, the
R. Stoned machine is just reaching its prime!
?Charlie, Charlie? otherwise known as Charlie Waits
ensures a touch of solid class with the jazzy sophistication
of Charlie Parker, whilst Mick Jaguar and Byron Jones deliver
human and humorous quips.
All the young pretenders are contained on stage within
accurate and well fitting costumes, delivering a twenty-first
century rock and roll circus to the masses.
Spend The Night Together", demanded an unsuspecting father
of a teenage enthusiast towards the end of the evening.
"No thanks" was the verdict voiced to the
mystery man, "On a scale of one to ten you wouldn't be
my first choice!"..
But for those watching, the Stoned certainly are.
As the last encore dispersed, I left the hall feeling
that I had spent the night with some very special new age