Endorsed by Keith Richards mother, who enthusiastically described the
band as “outstanding” and suitably fit “stand-ins for the Stones”, “it
was eerily like watching my dad” was the comment from his daughter,
Angela. It is no surprise then to find The Rollin’Stoned lauded in the
words of one “Times” reviewer – who claims to have seen them all – as “In
my view the nearest thing to the real article”, “About as true to the originals
as you can get” raved another and “Just like the real thing” enthused
rock star photographer Gered Mankowitz at his recent private view. So it’s
not just the thousands of enthusiastic fans who rate the Rollin’Stoned so
highly, it is the people in the know from the Stones inner circle.
The costumes are shamelessly camp gaudy and fab, the instruments genuinely
vintage and the wit irreverent. However while the tongue is never
far from the cheek with the Rollin’Stoned, it is never at the expense of the
music. This band is not to be confused with the grotesque parody on parody
“Stella Street” Lite Stones bands that abound, nor a bunch of seasoned
old pros opportunistically hitched on to the “Tribute Bandwagon” for an
easy ride. What clearly comes across when seeing this band at work is the
passion they all have for the music.
Their two hour shows include not only all the classic crowd pleasing hits, but are spiced with enough eclectic selections from the deeper recesses of Stones Album archives to satisfy the most demanding of “Buffs”, all performed with the same vibrantly authentic attack and raw energy that characterised the original Stones shows in their prime.
For those of you who witnessed the Stones - Brian Jones et al - in their hey Day (and if you recall it you probably weren't there), this is a chance to revisit lost youth, for the rest, now is your chance to see what all the fuss was about.