Ronnie Stone & The Lonely Riders – “Kiss The Daddy” (Stereogum Premiere)
This is what I know about Ronnie Stone & The Lonely Riders: It comprises a collection of dudes known around the Brooklyn music scene, who may or may not be participants in other better-known local outfits. I don’t know which individuals, because every time I ask I’m given a different answer, so we can just settle on the fact that all of the people involved are super young, super talented, and a few are in Porches. Ronnie Stone & The Lonely Riders have played once, maybe twice at the show space David Blaine’s The Steakhouse, and there’s a massive black banner hanging above one of the venue’s doorways depicting the garish “Ronnie Stone” diamond logo. These shows were well-attended, themed parties, and they were kept very secret. There was a guest list for one last July, which I managed to squeeze my way on to and then ended up not making it in time, which is a bummer because I wore my Ted Nugent: Millenial Madman tour t-shirt all night after being told that I would not be admitted to the show if I didn’t look vaguely “eighties.” I thought that Ronnie Stone was a made-up band, raved about to make me feel like I really missed out on something incredible.
Since that night, I’ve come to learn that Ronnie Stone & The Lonely Riders is very much a real band. So real, in fact, that they will be releasing a full-length record later this year. “Kiss The Daddy” is Motorcycle Yearbook’s debut single, and Ronnie Stone’s first introduction to the world outside of their insular scene, or alternate universe, whatever you choose to label it. Judging by the song’s defiantly dated arrangements, it’s safe to say that the forces behind Ronnie Stone grew up on Prince, Bowie, Michael Jackson, and that they have an affinity for exaggerated performativity and music that makes you move before it makes you think. Knowing the scene that Ronnie Stone & The Lonely Riders comes out of makes their music stand out as all the more unique. In an environment where any kind of musical attention is hard-fought and dependent on showcasing your innermost vulnerabilities, Ronnie Stone is an impenetrable, seemingly farcical alter-ego that flips self-seriousness inside-out. They’re not trying to be cool, they embody cool, and you will too, if you just give yourself over to any disingenuous gimmickry and dance. Call it music, or call it performance art, I give you: Ronnie Stone & The Lonely Riders.
The band will make their debut public appearance at the Silent Barn (where else?) in Brooklyn this upcoming Saturday. Watch a trailer for the show, and listen to “Kiss The Daddy” below.
Motorcycle Yearbook will be out later this year.