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The Rolling Stones don’t openly endorse The Rollin Stoned, self-styled ‘greatest rock ’n’ roll tribute band in the world’ but Keith Richards’ mum did. ‘They could stand in for the Stones,’ she said, any old time.

Rollin Stoned singer Fran White, also known as Mick Jaguar, recalls that Doris Dupree Richards came to see them in Dartford and was very complimentary about the tribute act. ‘I’ve been telling my son Keith all about you,’ she informed White. ‘And I’ve told him if that other silly old sod wants to throw his toys out of the pram then we’ve found someone who can replace him.

After 20 years with The Rollin Stoned, White, who appeared as Jagger on ITV’s Stars In Their Eyes in 1997, still makes a magnificent Mick.

The former postman from Maidstone always delivers and it’s often first class. ‘People ask me if I get fed up singing Satisfaction but I never do because it’s what I’ve always wanted to do,’ he shrugs. ‘It’s not as hard as getting up at dawn and posting letters.’

At 54, he still boasts a 28in waist, weighs less than 11 stone and wears the exquisitely designed costumes with an easy elegance. Keith Retched’s lop-sided ‘syrup’ might require some re-upholstering but his stripped-down guitar playing is spot-on. Bill Wymandy stands stock still, pumping out his fiendish basslines.

The ensemble’s founding member, Michel Austin, who doubles as the reincarnated Byron Jones, gave teen stardom a whirl under his own name in the early Eighties but abandoned his synth-pop career and joined an early tribute act, The Counterfeit Stones. ‘But that became a bit too cartoonish for me,’ he grimaces, sipping a lager. ‘You can have some camp humour in the act but you can’t just play it for laughs. There has to be some substance there and you have to respect the songs.’

The song selection is what makes a Rollin Stoned show special, as they’ll play all the hits plus a few less obvious gems. Alongside Tumblin’ Dice and Brown Sugar you might get the countrified Dead Flowers or a down and dirty Midnight Rambler. ‘A good old grind, that one,’ Jaguar agrees with a grin.

Tribute bands tend not to attract tribute groupies, although the Stoned main men mutter about the occasional uncomfortable encounter with jealous partners of selfie-seeking fans. ‘The girlfriend might want a photo with you and you can see the boyfriend baring his teeth or worse, breaking a bottle,’ Jaguar shudders.

Long-time Rollin Stoned friend and follower Belinda has seen the real Rolling Stones on four occasions and the ersatz entertainers ‘30-odd times’. Asked to choose between the two experiences, she concedes that with Jagger and co, while you might get to briefly bathe in their outlaw charisma, they will always be 2,000 light years away in a sports stadium. Hand on heart, she prefers to watch The Rollin Stoned in a happily packed room where you’re close enough to see the whites of their bloodshot eyes.

Up on stage, Mick Jaguar positions his painted black fingernails on his narrow hipbones and asks the audience that all-important question. ‘Y’awl ’avin’ a good time?’ The roar rattles the rafters of the Tropic social club in suburban Ruislip, and Keith kick-starts another familiar riff.

It’s phoney rock ’n’ roll… but they like it.


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The Rollin Stoned
David Sinclair at the Boom Boom Club, Sutton
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As the Rolling Stones wound down at the end of a year in which they reclaimed their title as the top-earning live act in the history of pop, the group’s most celebrated clones continued on their never-ending round of shows at somewhat more intimate venues.The Rollin Stoned, live at the venue

The Rollin Stoned began eight years ago when “Byron Jones”, formerly of the Counterfeit Stones, jumped ship and started his own tribute band. Since then Jones and his dedicated gang of doppelgängers — Mick Jaguar, Keith Retched, Bill Wymandy, Charlie Waits and Mick Waylor — have built an entertaining show that is an affectionate and skilfully observed homage to their idols, albeit with an undercurrent of gentle parody never too far from the surface.

To begin with at the Boom Boom Club, Jones was nowhere to be seen, and the show was dominated by the sleek-torsoed Mick and a convincingly rumpled Keith as the band punched their way through a swift string of numbers stretching from Route 66, released in 1964, to Start Me Up, the band’s last Top Ten single, released as long ago as 1981.

The vintage stage costumes — an era-mangling combination of 1960s hippy and 1970s glam-rock chic The Rollin Stoned, live at the venue— were matched by the period detail of the musical equipment; the overall sound, particularly of the older numbers, was probably more “authentic” than the Stones themselves would be inclined to muster at this stage. While Mick’s vocals inevitably fell a little short of the original and Keith’s, by the same token, were just a little too good, the band’s musicianship and attention to detail were faultless.

It wasn’t until Jones arrived, wearing a pair of angel’s wings, holding a tambourine “halo” over his head and swigging from a wine bottle, that the performance really started to gel. Looking uncannily like the late Brian Jones, with his blond bouffant and outsized shades, he apologised for his late arrival, explaining that he had been sidetracked into playing a game of Monopoly in Heaven with James Brown and Bob Marley.

The band then set off on She’s a Rainbow, which was followed by Not Fade Away, Paint It Black and The Rollin Stoned, live at the venueRuby Tuesday, each song featuring Jones in a different role (percussion, harmonica, Indian guitar, recorder), all of which he handled with considerable aplomb while flashing that famously stoned Cheshire cat grin. The group’s ability to recreate the magic of the Stones’ classics was demonstrated time and again on numbers including Sympathy for the Devil, Get off of My Cloud, It’s only Rock ’n’ Roll and a grand finale of Brown Sugar.

But the genius of the show resided in the treatment of some of the band’s lesser-known songs, including a faultless Carol and a slightly hesitant Beast of Burden. A wonderful version of Run Rudolph Run, an obscure Chuck Berry number sung by Keith, ended with a blast of fake snow across the front of the stage, adding a seasonal touch to a show of timeless charm.

See Photo review of Half Moon Christmas Show


Byron Jones in a bubble storm

"Rolling Stones at their very best."
...The Rollin'Stoned
at Mr Kyps


From an article that first
appeared in 'Mr Kyps Magazine'
reproduced here by kind courtesy

Photo courtesy of Paul Cox
Memory Lane Photos



Since they are still alive, well and gigging, The Rolling Stones have not yet passed into legend, but their popularity – and sheer dogged persistence – will surely afford them that accolade when Jagger and the boys do decide to finally call it a day. The Rolling Stones concerts are now not only amongst the most notoriously difficult to get tickets to, but they are also famous for their focus on extravagant, meticulously choreographed stage shows and over-the-top sets and props all carefully designed to distract the listeners attention from the fact that – and whisper this – the Rolling Stones are not as good as they used to be. Jagger’s pout and swagger, Keith's wrung-out, drugged-up glaze and lazy playing just aren’t as convincing in 2005 as they were in 1965, their tepid performances smack of “being on autopilot, as they meandered through 90 minutes of Ho-Hum” (Chicago Sun concert review, 2003).


But what makes the Rolling Stones so cherished a musical institution is their material, comprising of some of the best R’n’B blues and rock’n’roll songs ever written.
This tribute (The Rollin’Stoned) offer you a chance to re-live The Rolling Stones – who are, when it comes down to it, essentially the best bar/club band the world has seen – while they were peaking – playing hot sweaty gigs to a few hundred people in intimate and intense surroundings, No numbered seats, no ‘Non-smoking’, no row ZZ, no restricted views, no ‘no beer in the auditorium’, no tickets for £500 on Ebay, just the looks, the sounds, the attitude and the atmosphere of the Rolling Stones at their very best.


Bill Wymandy illustration by David Farren

Bill has all the charisma
of the old Bill

Reproduced courtesy of Sara Mills

Acacia Hall, Dartford

"Well all-right, it's lovely to be back in Dartford" crooned Mick Jaguar of Rolling Stones tribute band 'The Rollin Stoned' as they opened their set at the Acacia hall in Dartford on the 18th November. Prancing, gurning and jumping through a set of classic Stones numbers, the group filled the dancefloor at the £12 event.

The psychedelic 60s had been revived and sent a wave of peace and love flowing through the air. Perfect to the detail (including Keith Wretched's bottle of whiskey) and resurrecting Brian Jones mid-way through the set, These guys are nearest you'll get to Sir Mick and Co, For anything like the price of a take away meal. From Keef's gunslinging guitar posing, Mick Jaguar's camp handclapping and Bill Wymandy's total lack of presence and charisma (just like the real thing then.) the band are the real deal. Described in the Times as "The nearest thing to the real article", and by Keith Richards daughter as "eerily like watching my dad", There can be no more glowing praise. This band effortesly pull it off.

The set was full of Stones hits such as "Jumpin' Jack Flash" and "Honky Tonk Women", along with lesser-known album material to satisfy the fans who remember the Stones from the first time round. Whatever the era and whatever the song, the music along with the costumes and hair were period perfect. Straddling the fine line between parody and immitation expertly, the boys in the band provide the full Stones experience. If you want to catch them again, they play next on Thursday 15th December at Londons Shepherd Bush Empire


Mick and Keith, back to back


Review Courtesy of Times Magazine

   Many years ago a young lad stood among the crowd at a ballroom - that's what they used to call them in those days - not a million miles from Welwyn Hatfield and witnessed a phenomenon that was about to change the face of popular music.
Before him, pounding out a bassy bluesy ear-splitting set, were five young men in leather waistcoats and white shirts. He didn't have to be genius to know that this was something special. It was completely different from anything that had gone before at a venue that had featured most of the top names in the music world.
That venue was the California at the foot of Dunstable Downs. That young man was myself -  a spotty youth who liked to think he had his finger on the pulse as far as pop music was concerned - after all, he had the responsible job of buying the new records for the jukebox in his local coffee bar.
 The Cali' as this was known was run by the Green family, and they had a happy knack of being able to book the big acts, often signing them at a time when they were virtually unknown, only for them to be in the big time when they made their Cali appearance. So it was that on that particular earth-shattering night, hundreds of us stood and watched in awe as a group who had just released their first single on to the mar ket showed us why the rock world was beginning to take a lot of notice of them.
   By now you will have realised that the group was called the Rolling Stones. Messrs. Jagger, Jones, Richards, Watts and Wyman hit us with a noise that was louder than I had ever heard before. They didn't move about a lot in those days, they more or less just stood there and blasted out a string of numbers with such power that the floor of the old Cali was vibrating like never before. Not many people were dancing - most just stood and watched and wondered about what was happening.
It's a long time ago now - 40 years or so - but the memory is still vivid. I particularly recall their rendition of a song about the Jaguar and the Thunderbird and of course their new hit Come On which was much better live than on disc. And the memories came flooding back recently when I had the pleasure of seeing a tribute performance that rolled back the years.
The venue this time was The Stables, the luxurious nightspot founded by Cleo Laine and Johnny Dankworth at Wavedon near Milton Keynes. I must admit I was a little dubious about the thought of going to see a Stones tribute band. I felt it unlikely that any band could provide music of a quality and quantity to do justice to the originals. The Rollin Stoned proved me wrong - with a vengeance. In a performance that lasted nearly three hours they reproduced the Stones hits from those early days
right up

to the time when Ronnie wood was drafted into replace Welwyn Hatfield's own Mick Taylor. And the sound - obviously not as loud in such an intimate venue as it had been 40 years ago in the hanger-like California - was about as true to the original as you can get.
The audience included many people who must have been around in the early days of The Stones, as well as some who were certainly n ot born then. We were treated to a musical tour through Stones history. Of course we knew these were mere actors playing a part - but they were also talented musicians who re-created the hits with amazing accuracy. The Brian jones lookalike - Byron Jones as he calls himself - was frighteningly lifelike, if that's not an inappropriate way of describing him, considering the tragic end of the original Mr Jones.
Byron formed the Rollin Stoned four years ago when he split from the Counterfeit Stones - he had been a co-founder seven years before that. He should be congratulated because what resulted was a highly professional act that entertained, amused and sent the old brain cells on a journey back through the decades.
Thanks men, it was a great experience. Just like The Last Time.

Andrew Wallis


Mick Jaguar live at The 100 Club


Review by Eric Tingley Courtesy of Surrey Herald

    It is often said, with more than a grain of truth, that the proliferation of tribute bands on the live music circuit these days holds back the development of young musicians desperate to secure gigs.
  That venues, eager to attract big audiences, will err on the side of caution rather than take a risk on groups trying to develop a new sound.
  On the other hand, it cannot be denied that the best of such bands offer an invaluable insight into the past. A chance for those who may have been too young - or merely unable to secure tickets at the time - to experience the joy of hearing some truly great songs live.
  And bands like the Rollin' Stoned, who appeared at Sutton United's Boom Boom club a couple of days after Christmas certainly fall into this category.
  Storming onto the stage at the Gander Green Lane venue, the bewigged band had taken the trouble to look the part - Bill Wyman looked so authentic  one worried dad pushed his attractive teenage daughter out of the
  bassist's line of sight - but it was their playing that really impressed.
  The real Stones' genius comes from having just about the tightest rhythm section in the business. Bass and drums keep everything on track - allowing Keith Richards to sear those unforgettable riffs deep into the brain and Mick Jagger, well, to ponce about in a camp manner (and he does sing a bit and play harp as well).
  And the Stoned emulated their heroes to a tee - much to the collective joy of the packed crowd.
  Mostly, they were the greybeards you'd expect at such an event - but there were younger faces too, much younger faces.
  And not merely recalcitrant teenagers dragged to the gig by ranting dads telling them to 'come and hear some real music, not that rap/techno/house stuff you usually play'.
  I've seen a few Stones imitators in my time - as well as the real thing on at least 10 occasions - and, in my view, the Stoned are the nearest thing to the real article.
    Classic numbers such as Street Fightin' Man, Midnight Rambler and Honky Tonk Women, as you would expect, sparked the sort of manic dancing you'd witness if you're ever lucky to see Mick and the boys at a small gig - such as their 1999 Shepherds Bush Empire gig, but for me, the highlight of this set was the difficult-to-master psychedelic material, such as Gimme Shelter, the opening strains of which wafted out over the appreciative and knowledgeable crowd like a call to arms.
  It was a great night. The Stoned were all well versed in their role - to keep alive the tradition of great live music. It's a valuable service too - probably the only chance many music fans will get to hear songs on which the foundations of rock are based played in their natural environment. If the Stones are the Best Rock 'n' Roll band in the World, the Stoned are the Best Rock 'n' Roll Tribute Band in the World!.


The Rollin Stoned, live at the venue


  Mr Kyps, Poole
Mr Kyps does do
exceedingly good "Honky Tonk" Tarts says Mick

Andy Fountain
& Steve Finn
give individual accounts

Photo: Paul Cox

The Rollin'Stoned Live at Mr Kyps in Poole
It was all there bar the Mars according to Andy Fountain.....

     The joint was rockin from start to late finish as the Rollin'Stoned made a very welcome return to Poole. The band came on stage shortly after 9pm, firstly Bill, Charlie and Mick Waylor, followed by the incredibly life-like Keith Wretched complete with bottle of JD. The main man, Mick Jaguar, made an equally impressive entrance onto stage with puckered lips and swaggering hips. No time to waste here with niceties "Ello Poole how you doin tonight" "Start me up" was the opening number and the full capacity crowd went wild as the band launched into what now must be the stones signature tune.
     A brief on stage lighting hiccup couldn't stop these guys either as they played in virtual darkness fot the first 5 minutes until Kyp found a coin for the meter. True professionals! From here on the audience was transported back to the heady nostalgic days of the sixties and seventies."Oh dear I think ive busted a button on my trousers, you dont want my trousers to fall down now do you." Grown men in their fifties were visibly moved by the accuracy displayed by these over talented musicians. All that was missing was a Mars Bar and a fur coat. Whilst everyone was getting acquainted with the band and its unique style of portraying the greatest Rock & Roll band in the world, they pulled off a blinder by introducing from the back of a smoke filled stage the original founder member of the Stones, Byron Jones, who appears on stage complete with a bottle of champagne, dark wrap round shades, perfect blonde hairdo and deckchair striped sixties style loons.
     All of your favourite RS tunes from this bygone age could be heard during the next two and a half hour non stop mind blowing concert with costume changes and much audience participation including the regular inclusion of getting the best looking ladies on stage for "Honky Tonk Women". If you have sadly never seen the Stones live during the past 40 years check out these guys You will not be dissappointed.

Published courtesy of Andy Fountain

.....And even missing the Red Rooster, Steve Finn still manages to crow....
     'D odgy' outfits. 'Dodgy' wigs. 'Dodgy' solos. Bloody Brilliant. That's how I would describe The Rollin' Stoned - the UK's number one Stones tribute band. After becoming disillusioned with his previous band - The Counterfeit Stones - Byron Jones(!) left to create another Stones tribute band, and after extensive auditioning and rehearsals, the new band hit the road in 1998. And it was worth all the trouble, with each band member taking on not just the persona and stage nuances of the originals but also a hilarious stage name - Mick Jaguar, Bill Wymandy, Kieth Retched et al. Start Me Up, was the opening number, with Keef's classic jangling Telecaster tones perfectly replicated, and played with a startling accuracy. The set that followed included all the Stones classics from the golden era of '64 to '74, when the band were at their creative best. "Route 66", "It's All Over" Now", "Satisfaction", "Get Off My Cloud", "Paint It Black" - the list goes on. It was great fun to see the interplay between Mick and Kieth, with Kieth spot on as he jerked and staggered around the stage, with a permanent fag on. Byron Jones' arrival - with a set of angel wings - caused much amusement, and he played a blinder with a permanent grin on his face. Lead duties were taken care of by the great Mick Waylor, but this reviewer would loved to have seen the inclusion of "Little Red Rooster". As a stand alone band, these guys could certainly cut it, but as a tribute, they grow in stature and fully encapsulate the raw energy, musicianship, and presence of The Greatest Rock 'n' Roll Band in The World. Venue wise, Mr Kyps always impresses, with a great sound, and an atmosphere that breeds conviviality. Huge thanks to all those concerned, keep it up!!

Published courtesy of Steve Finn


Keith Retched, live at the venue


Courtesy of Newcastle Opera House Website

What a hoot! They started with Satisfaction followed by Get Off My Cloud and at that point it was clear that everyone was in on the joke. Essentially the Rollin Stoned is a complete review of the Stones laced with irony and some first class mimicking.

They have all the costumes, Byron looks the part and Keith Wretched certainly looks the part and has all the mannerisms of the main man off to a T. The first half has 12 numbers and ends on You Can't Always Get What You Want and time for Byron to move on to a higher plane.

After the interval it's back with a hip-thrusting Brown Sugar and a very quiet

Mick Waylor joining the band. Keith does his best to get Bill Wymandy into the swing of things, but he prefers to be the moody one at the back.

A few more numbers and Byron is brought back complete with angels wings and on it goes with loads of fun. There are 31 numbers in the show including those songs that are not usually covered such as Carol, I'm Free and Time Is On My Side. It's also important to stress that in among the humour, the music form of the band is of a very high standard.

The audience were very much up to it and we all ended the night bopping in the aisles. They will be back!


Promotional poster for the event


Courtesy of John Kirkham and The Spirit Magazine



Byron Jones, live at the venue

“Ladies and gentlemen, everything seems to be ready. Please welcome the greatest rock ‘n roll tribute band in the world, The Rollin Stoned”.

When Pat Andrews introduced the band to a packed 100 Club audience she didn’t exactly echo the introduction used by Sam Cutler many years ago, but had she done so please believe me, it wouldn’t have been an overstatement! Pat did introduce The Rollin Stoned as the best Rolling Stones Tribute band that she had seen and also, more importantly, that the band were ‘particular friends’ of the fan club. The band, she said were eager that the night should be a tribute to the musicianship and memory of Brian Jones, founder and spirit of The Rolling Stones.

It would be remiss to go any further without mentioning the support band. Errol Linton is a superb blues harp player and vocalist. His trio is completed by piano and guitar which dovetailed together into a tight swinging blues unit. A superb warm-up for what was to come.

At 9.30 p.m. the band hit the stage and straight into “Satisfaction.” The band followed up tearing their way through a string of early hits ~


“Cloud”; “Last Time”; “All Over Now”; “Spend The Night Together”; “Around and Around”. The first thing to catch the eye (and ear) is the alternating lead playing of Byron’s Gibson Firebird and Keith’s Gibson Les Paul ~ “the ancient art of weaving".

Close your eyes! This must be the Stones at their absolute best!! Open your eyes and it is indeed Mick Jaguar pouting and prancing, vying to take the limelight from our hero, the broadly grinning Byron Jones. Charlie Waits and Bill Wymandy keep the rhythm section tight and pumping whilst Keith Retched goes through his guitar hero moves, each nuance finitely rehearsed.

The band are aided and abetted by the melodic Nicky Popkins on piano. Byron steals the limelight on “Under My Thumb” and with the dulcimer on “Lady Jane”. Sadly after a superb rendition of “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” we are reminded of Brian’s sad demise as Byron leaves the stage. A sad moment for us, what will happen now? For me a personal sense of déjà vu.

Fear not, Mick reminds us “ Tonight is for Brian”, and our hero rejoins the band blessed with his heavenly wings. Immediately we are back into Brian mode


with Byron playing superb blues harp on “Fade Away” and “Midnight Rambler; treble recorder on “Tuesday” and “Baby Coral Sitar” on “Paint It Black”. 

Close your eyes again ~ everything note perfect, textures and tones absolutely spot on! All this followed by a rash of “Banquet” and “Bleed” numbers topped with our own Pat Andrews adding backing vocals on “Honky Tonk Women”.

After two hours on stage the boys are joined by Art Wood for an energetic rendition of “Hoochie Coochie Man” bringing the set to a close just in time for people to make a hasty dash for those last tubes out of the City.

If there is any way you can catch these guys then I advise you to pull out all the stops to get to a gig.  Believe me, the experience is well worth a cross-country journey.

Finally, thank you to the band. The night was for Brian. I know he was well pleased.

John Kirkham

The Rollin Stoned, live at the venue The Rollin Stoned, live at the venue The Rollin Stoned, live at the venue
      SET LIST      

Get Off My Cloud
The Last Time
It's All Over Now
Let's Spend The Night Together
Around And Around
Under My Thumb
Lady Jane
You Can't Always Get What You Want


Brown Sugar
All Down the Line

Tumbling Dice


Start Me Up

Miss You


Not Fade Away

Ruby Tuesday

Paint It Black


  Street Fighting Man
Gimmie Shelter
Sympathy For The Devil

Midnight Rambler

Honky Tonk Women

Can't You Hear Me Knocking
Hoochie Coochie Man *
Dimples **
Little Red Rooster
Jumping Jack Flash


Keith Retched with arms around Doris and Angela Richards

Dartford Review


Courtesy of the Dartford Messenger

Doris, Keith Retched and Angela
Satisfaction at 'family' reunion
Keith Rchards performing live
Keith Richards
  It was a family affair at Dartford's Acacia Hall when tribute band The Rollin' Stoned came to town.
  Belting out the hits of Dartford's famous sons Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, the group played to a packed house.
  Singing and dancing along with hundreds of other fans were two special guests - the real Keith Richards' mother and daughter, Doris and Angela.The Rollin Stoned, live at the venue
  "I thought it was phenomenal and I'm so glad that I came down" said Doris before being introduced to her son's double, Keith Retched. 
  "It was eerie, it was like watching my dad" added Angela.

"You are outstanding and I can't wait to tell Keith and Mick that you could easily stand in for them". - Doris

Nicky at the keyboard lookin psychedelic


  A Fans Eye View
Review by Sheryl

Rollin'Stoned fan Sheryl set's the band apart from her jaded and cynical view of tribute bands. She writes here of a brief transport to a past era when the euphoria was "drug induced" and "society girls" needed to be led astray..........
..... So no change there then.

Nicky Popkins somewhere over a Rainbow

  A Rollin' Stoned "Cold Cold Winter" Warmer at the Half Moon  

  "Good evening Putney!" are usually the first words out of Mick's mouth after a rousing rendition of "Start me up" at the famous Half Moon. With the smell of joss sticks, the tie-dye and tongue drapes and the pounding of R'n'B, there is already a heady atmosphere before the group appear. Non-believers may mock at the thought of would-be Stones dressed in band "costumes" and strutting their stuff to a mainly middle-aged audience. Having seen more than my share of bewigged and besuited Beatle tribute bands, my first impression would be to ridicule but something sets the Stoned apart. This band can really play. After a couple of numbers you are back in the late '60's, sharing songs of society girls gone wrong, drug-induced euphoria and bitter break-ups. "I won't forget to put roses on your grave" snarls Mick as Keith staggers around mimicking "the human riff".

      On a cold February night we warmed to "Brown Sugar", the vengeful "Bitch" and early classics like "Route 66", and "Not fade away". As Jagger himself goes onstage and "becomes" Mick Jagger, so it is with the Stoned, with the band members getting completely in character - Bill motionless and cool behind his shades, Keith stumbling around, whisky bottle in hand, Charlie beaming from the back, Nicky quite serious on keyboards and Mick (Waylor) shyly concentrating on his blues at the back. Mick Jaguar has clearly watched more videos than the most ardent fan as he has the moves down to a tee, from the wicked scowls in "Sympathy for the devil" to the scissor kicks and camp stances of the glam years.

      The arrival of "Byron", always "sorry I'm late" with his angel wings and plethora of artificial stimulants is always met with anticipation. The first time I heard him speak I got got cold shivers as he sounds so much like Brian it's uncanny, not to mention the physical resemblance. He had lost none of his charm on 12th Feb as he joined the rest of the band for "She's a rainbow", proving once again that Rollin'Stoned are not just a hits tribute band.

      One Half Moon regular, Tyrone, requested his fave, "Midnight Rambler" at which Jaguar obliged, transporting the audience back to a hot summer in 1969 with the satanic vibes of Altamont and sexually charged menace of the counterculture's uncertain future. Swirling a sweaty scarf above his head he interacted with Keith, teasing Byron into the bargain.

      It really is a case of having the atmosphere of a small club which (unless you are very lucky) you are unlikely to ever experience with the genuine article. Mick constantly interacts with the crowd, eyeing up the women, getting the audience to sing "Angie" and the beginning of "Gimme Shelter", asking for requests. At this particular gig, someone asked for "Memo from Turner", showing that the audience are clearly hardcore fans. Totally in character, he quickly retorted that Keith would get upset about the bathroom scenes with Anita. This is fans playing to fans!

      One of the standout tracks from 12th had to be "Out of time", with Brian and Nicky providing backing vocals. Before long us women got the chance to dance onstage with the band for a chaotic "Honky Tonk Women" just as the band had women dance to this track on their stadium tours. Ever professional, the band failed to miss a note as us ladies cavorted around them, turning the whole gig into a massive party.

      Two hours is a long time to play without a break but it certainly passes quickly. Before we know it the band are climbing offstage, saying farewell and it is time to leg it for the last train home. It would be a dream to be able to see the Stones on a regular basis but their sellout tours seem to get fewer and farther apart. In the meantime while "you can't always get what, you want but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need!" Here's to the next Stoned experience!

The Rollin Stoned, live at the venue

Never mind the rollocks..'s the Rowing'Stoned

Half Moon

With two in a row, Sheryl tells us
not to mind the 'boatrace

  The first thing that struck me as I entered the Half Moon, were two words missing from the posters - "sold out!" Could it be that the band are losing their touch? This question was quickly answered by one of the bar staff who informed me that the same band had performed a gig for the Putney boat race the previous week, thus giving most people the choice of seeing them on one Saturday or the next. At first emptier that normal, the venue soon filled up as blues played and tension mounted. The band appeared from nowhere and climbed onstage playing that instantly recognizable riff to "Start me up!" Then there he was, Mick Jaguar, snarling and strutting his way through the party crowd. Welcoming the crowd to Putney, he continued into "Brown Sugar", the now obligatory audience participation almost part of the act.
  It is always a joy to hear the band perform numbers from the classic "Exile on Main Street" album and tonight was no exception with "All down the line".  Mick commented on his resemblance to Elvis with his jump suit but it was with the jump suit that the resemblance ended as the band drew on the very essence of the Stones with the Chuck berry's "Carol" merging into "Route 66".  Back to that classic late '60's/early '70's period so evocative from the band's stage costumes and set for "Bitch" and "Dead Flowers", Mick commenting that Keith hadn't had enough Jack Daniels as Keith Retched tuned up then delivered the opening riff.
  "Angie" as always was another audience participation song as Mick turned the microphone on the chanting Putney crowd.  After several calls for Byron, the man himself stumbled onstage, resplendent in robes, bearing sparklers, rambling and asking the way to Monterey. Byron truly lives the '60's dream. As we became lost in an acid-drenched summer of love, the band launched into "She's a rainbow", "colours everywhere"..  Staying in that mid-late '60's vibe the audience  moved as one to "Not Fade Away" and "Paint it, Black".
  Nicky Popkins shook those maracas in perfect time for "Out of time", followed by "It's only rock'n'roll", the classic "You can't always get what you want" and "Sympathy" with the crowd supplying the "Whoo woo!'s".  Charlie always gets a mention and a cheer and tonight was no exception , while Bill and Mick (Waylor) somehow blended into the background yet still provided vital musical contributions. Mick's concerns for the time were met with retorts of "nine o'clock!" as no one wanted this party to end.
  It felt like 1969 as the high pitched  wails launched "Gimme Shelter" and Byron took position on the right side of the stage instead of his usual left. "Street Fighting Man" preceded Tyrone's permanent request for "Midnight Rambler",  this regular modestly declining to join the boys onstage!
  While Mick went off to "powder his nose", Keith took centre stage for "Happy", as  spaced out and disjointed as the real "Human Riff" but note perfect! "Beast of Burden" was a variation from the usual set list and a little out of place  for the time period.  However, we were soon back in the '60's for "Satisfaction" and "Get off my cloud"

   There was no shortage of us ladies clambering onstage to dance to "Honky Tonk Women" and this time Tyrone was not shy in taking to the stage. Barely able to move, the band partied their way through this number, ending as usual with "Jumpin' Jack Flash" and a bow. That was the Rollin' Stoned on a Saturday night.  That was the '60's and early '70's.  That was the reason we keep coming back for more.

Carlo Little sitting in for Charlie at the Scala, London

A "60th" PARTY

  London Scala Theatre

The Rollin'Stoned show how to
throw a party in the true Spirit

"Carlo's good tonight"
Carlo Little sits in on drums

They've got the Stones off Pat says Jonesey's girl

They really do know how to party, these deceased Rock'n'Roll legends and while the ghost may have been absent from the feast, The Rollin'Stoned ensured the Spirit of Brian Jones was clearly present at this unique spectacular 60th birthday tribute to his memory.

Some 500 paying and VIP guests who came to celebrate "The Life of Brian" were greeted by his former partner, Pat Andrews who made a moving tribute before welcoming the band on stage. From that point on the past was well and truly blasting as this fantastic band stormed their way through all "Forty Licks" - and then some - of the "Greatest Rock'n'Roll Band in the World".

Of the many highlights, fact met fantasy when characters from the cast of the real Stones story joined the band on stage including Art Wood , brother of the lesser known Ron, and Carlo Little , who was the original Stones drummer before some other Charlie.
A great craic Brian, thanks for having us.


Poster image promoting the event

Brian Jones' 60th Birthday Party 

Courtesy John Kirkham
(The Spirit -
Brian Jones Fan Club )


The Rollin Stoned at the Scala, London

Brian's evening gig, by the Rollin Stoned, at the Scala Theatre in London attracted 500 plus people. The Stoned played for nearly 3 hours and performed over 30 Stones numbers. A special one for Brian was Child Of The Moon. Others played included Miss You, Carol, Off The Hook and Sway.

Carlo Little, the original drummer with the Stones before Charlie Watts, sat in on Carol and Around and Around. 
Pat Andrews did backing vocals on Jumping Jack Flash, Brown Sugar and Honky Tonk Woman. There was excellent support from the Errol Linton Trio who also joined the Stoned on Little Red Rooster.

The whole theatre was decorated by the Stoned with Happy Birthday and Winnie The Pooh balloons!! It was a fantastic night for Brian!


The Rollin Stoned backstage

Worcester Park

You can always get what you want

The following review of one of our gigs appeared on Bigmouth


      With the massive success of Bjorn Again and the Bootleg Beatles giving credence to the heady world of the 'tribute band', the growth in the phenomenon has been rapid over the last five years, with just about every rock and pop icon from the last century represented, some great, some good - some downright bloody awful.
  One of the reasons for the success of the good ones is their total 'non-indulgence' - for the most part they give you the hits, not an hour of their hero's latest album interspersed with a few crowd-pleasers and an encore featuring three 'biggies'.
  Most big rock groups never seem to get their head around the fact that when their fans tip up to a stadium, they want a party, and who plays the Stones' latest album at a party?. That's right - no one.

  The first thing you notice whilst propping up the bar is that the audience is not composed of curious 50-somethings, indeed the average age is nearer 25 and more females than males (which was nice).
    When the band hit the stage, any cynicism you might have felt on the way to the gig is dispelled by not only their appearance, which is carefully and lovingly reproduced, even down to the instruments and amps, but also by their adept attention to musical detail, so faithful I found myself grinning for most of the two-hour, pre-Ronnie Wood-days, set.
    Fronted by Mick Jaguar, a 'camp-as-Christmas' Byron Jones, a more than suitably grubby-looking Keith Retched and a perfectly laid-back rhythm section


  composed of Charlie Waits and Bill Wymandy, the band rip their way through every Stones' classic from 'Not Fade Away' to 'Tumblin' Dice', augmented by Nicky Popkins on keys, Mick Waylor on guitar and the entire audience on backing vocals. Consequently, nothing is left to the imagination, not even the Sitar on 'Paint it Black' or the recorder on 'Ruby Tuesday'.
   They look just like 'em and sound just like 'em - what more could you want? (geddit?)

Sam Bennett


The Rollin Stoned at The Torrington


Review by
Stephanie Thorburn
Freelance music journalist/ biographer
 Voodoo Music Magazine

Rollin' Stoned- Rocks Off at the Torrington

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. 

Blighted 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. 

"Let's 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 Rolling Stones.


The Rollin Stoned at The Horn Reborn

Sheryl does
as the Romans,
and goes a roving,
It's gets a bit Gladiatorial
in St Albans, but she
still got
the Horn

Picture left - Byron enters stage-up


Re-born again in St Albans

  Your roving reporter was a little closer to home this Saturday, checking out the band at The Horn pub in St Albans. Pleasantly surprised that the band were playing a more local venue, I dragged a friend along to see 'The' Stones band that I had been raving about.

A very different venue for the Half Moon where I usually seek musical solace, the venue was, nevertheless quite packed by the time I arrived at about 10.45pm. Struggling to get as close as possible to the front, more than one person remarked at how many tall people were up there - maybe audiences should be placed in order of height! Despite the inviting sounds of Jefferson Airplane and the Doors whilst we waited for the band to come on, there wasn't the same feeling of camaraderie that is felt at the Half Moon as incense burns and the atmosphere is pregnant with anticipation. This was a more drunken, more aggressive crowd.

The same ecstatic cheer filled the venue, however, as the band, resplendent in wigs and hippy regalia, took to the stage. Mick himself looked like he had been beamed forward from 1967, clad in white jeans and an orange tye-dye hippie top. It was the usual "Brown Sugar" that had the audience leaping around as Mick Jaguar fell into those classic Jagger poses, keeping totally in character with references to bursting a button on his trousers. "You don't want my trousers to fall down now do ya?" he quoted verbatim from "Get yer Ya Yas out". A song that was usually only toyed with previously, "Miss you" took the band beyond it's usual 1964 - 1974 time span but it went down well and showed how versatile this band can be. "Angie" was fitted in earlier than usual but this was one of the weaker numbers musically as Mick coaxed the audience into singing with him. Perhaps this would have been better later in the set (just my humble opinion, boys!) [Boys hah!, the last time Bill was referred to as a boy, Lord Kitchener was pointing out the countries needs ED]

The crowd was loud and raucous as Mick interacted and played up to the taunts. The usual applause and laughter greeted the flamboyant arrival of Byron Jones, resplendent in angel wings and psychedelic regalia and clutching a bottle of wine, rambling about tales of lap-dancing clubs. If ever Mick were upstaged, this was the moment as the band launched into "She's a rainbow" with Byron on recorder. "Ruby Tuesday" was a song I had not heard the band do before and it proved real crowd pleaser.

Unlike at the Half Moon, presumably because of time restrictions, the band took a break of about 20 minutes - an opportunity for Mick to change into a 1972 jumpsuit and jacket. It was Charlie who appeared onstage first of all, announcing on the mike that he was going to get a bit of rhythm going, as the unmistakable beat of "Sympathy" built up, followed by an unexpected highlight. The band had a real 1967 feel as they launched into "2000 light years from home", no mean feat as Mick Waylor played what I was reliably informed was a Theramin - another example of the versatility and authenticity that the band continually display. The 2nd set for me was definitely the stronger, with songs like "Little Red Rooster", "The Last Time" and "Under my thumb". It was "Satisfaction" that went down the best, sending the audience into a cavorting frenzy. At the "Half Moon" it tends to be the lesser know tracks that meet with the most applause. Maybe the time slot of 9-11pm in Putney draws fans who specifically want to see their band, while the later slot in St Albans attracts a more raucous post-pub crowd.

For "Honky Tonk Women" it was a select few women who took to the stage, unlike that masses who fill it in Putney. Those who dared certainly gave Mick a run for his money with their dancing! "Jumping Jack Flash" was seriously dangerous as the audience was almost Pogoing up and down but this was not the end as an encore starting with "Around and Around" kept everyone happy.

Different venue, different crowd but an ultimately pleasing gig with a really authentic feel and never losing the capacity to surprise and impress. Catch you somewhere else later boys!


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