Keith Richards famously said, “Everyone talks about rock these days; the problem is they forget about the roll.”

Well, based on tonight’s rabble-rousing performance, the roll in rock is alive and kicking—and Jim Jones All Stars hold the key.

Revved up and ready to explode like an eight-seater rocket launching from a juke joint in 1950s Tennessee, Jim Jones All Stars are the incendiary flag bearers of the purest rock and roll experience, laced with a dash of soul and funk. With a rasping voice that whoops and wails like Little Richard, a rhythm section bolstered by duelling saxophones pounding like a heartbeat, and guitars that cut like a knife, it’s impossible not to be swept up in the all-engulfing spectacle of sound and energy.

The music is raw, relentless, and utterly immersive. The visual aesthetic is equally striking—every detail perfectly in place, yet effortlessly cool. From snakeskin shoes and Zoot-esque suits to tiger-claw medallions and Americana shirts, the band doesn’t just sound the part; they look it too.

Jim Jones leads from the front, commanding the stage with electric presence. Engaging and relentless, he leans over the assembled congregation like a fiery preacher, delivering his gospel of rock and roll with fervour.

Tonight’s renditions of “Cement Mixer”, “Troglodyte”, “Shakedown” and “Rock and Roll Psychosis” are nothing short of explosive. The mix of old and new material is seamless, and the epic finale of “512” leaves the room in a frenzy.

You should take any and every opportunity to witness this extraordinary band live.

Jim Jones All Stars reaffirm belief in what was once known as the Devil’s Music.

Tonight was a celebration.

Hold those guitars high and believe.

Words: Nick Tammer

Pictures: Chris Hogge