Rockdale a sleepy, industrial, frontier town on the north-western seaboard, sits in the shadow of the Pennines. It was here that freelance songsmith, Rhinestone Rockdale, shaped his destiny. Yet before he could realise his dream he was forced to flee his hometown, driven out by the fear of conforming to the treadmill of life or winding up in the prison of ten pints a night.
With a head full of ideas he headed south and gambled on the golden streets and brass tacks of London town. Jumping trains and hitching rides along the way, Rhinestone, met and forged a friendship with long term electro-genius, Ron Citrus, the two hatched a plan to conquer the airwaves with an intoxicating mix of foot tappers and finger clickers.
Journey's end led the buddies to Wild West seven. Here they holed up in a hotel hidaway, nurtured their grudge and polished their act. Now armed with Rhinestone's renegade older brother, Duke on drums, ex- preacher, Jim Slip, on bass and professional drinker, Ged Session, on lap steel and mandolin, they launched an assault on the capital's saloons. As the sound coalesced and condensed, Rhinestone was driven to declare, 'It's just a weapon to me, used in improbable ways.'
If you like the tunes check out Rhinestone Rockdale solo project www.myspace.com/rhinestonerockdale
Rockdale a sleepy, industrial, frontier town on the north-western seaboard, sits in the shadow of the Pennines. It was here that freelance songsmith, Rhinestone Rockdale, shaped his destiny. Yet before he could realise his dream he was forced to flee his hometown, driven out by the fear of conforming to the treadmill of life or winding up in the prison of ten pints a night.
With a head full of ideas he headed south and gambled on the golden streets and brass tacks of London town. Jumping trains and hitching rides along the way, Rhinestone, met and forged a friendship with long term electro-genius, Ron Citrus, the two hatched a plan to conquer the airwaves with an intoxicating mix of foot tappers and finger clickers.
Journey's end led the buddies to Wild West seven. Here they holed up in a hotel hidaway, nurtured their grudge and polished their act. Now armed with Rhinestone's renegade older brother, Duke on drums, ex- preacher, Jim Slip, on bass and professional drinker, Ged Session, on lap steel and mandolin, they launched an assault on the capital's saloons. As the sound coalesced and condensed, Rhinestone was driven to declare, 'It's just a weapon to me, used in improbable ways.'
If you like the tunes check out Rhinestone Rockdale solo project www.myspace.com/rhinestonerockdale
