T is for Tone Town...

It was 66 years to the day since Elvis made his first appearance on US TV. This has little bearing on anything that follows, barring the fact that sometimes, with rock and roll, what goes around comes around. The shock to Taunton's sensibilities that greeted Bernie's early promise to 'smash your back doors in all the way to midnight' soon sublimes into a lusty lasciviousness not seen since the Wisconsin Christian Mothers Association tuned in to Jimmy Dorsey's Stage Show to see what all the fuss was about. The man is a big ginger prophet.

When it comes together, it reeeaaaallly comes together. The Racehorse was packed, the set is now two and a half hours of what can only be described as All Killer, No Filler, and the performance was an absolute riot. And quite honestly, we can't understand why it's taken us 4 years to get round to learning some Two Tone.

Mary the landlady did a sterling one woman job of alternately whipping the crowd up into a frenzy and acting as a human crash barrier to save us being crushed in scenes reminiscent of the early days of Beatlemania.



Quite frankly, we can't wait to come back and do it all over again. And we will! See you in April Taunton - stay sexy!

Love you byeeeee
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The 2012 Campaign Starts Here!

The Thorvertones are thought of in the the same way as Saint Nick out in Winkleigh. We come only once a year, arriving in a cloud of coal dust and leaving in the dead of night. Only with us, the collective Winkleigh Pub Rock Stocking is left full of enough Modwardian Spunk to last a full twelve months. Nice.



We loved this gig. It was the full Tones experience.

It had the transition from polite applause to drunken screaming for encores (via total silence following Helter Skelter, but it's a highlight for us, so there you go).

It had tunes everyone knows and inevitably, some that no-one knows - including in
One case, the band. Sorry about that.

And most important of all, it had the promise of a return gig. That's the 2013 campaign underway already. See you after the apocalypse, Winkleigh! Even if we've become a Mad-Max style acoustic punk band on horseback, we'll be there!

Love you, you sexy Winklonians!
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- posted from a wireless telegraph