Pete Wilde & the Kids Out West

This is a story about a man who was born from smoke and whisky to a two-legged lion of a mother. A man who stole his guitar from The Devil and plays his songs of sin for his mother and the moon; where every howl and moan beckons to a time when rock ’n’ roll was drenched in blackness, rebellion and taboo. It was The Devil’s music, and now it is Pete Wilde’s. Pete Wilde is the personification of rock ’n’ roll. A runaway train of brazenfaced, unbridled sexuality and emotion with a wicked grin and flamboyant cocksure strut. Pete Wilde is an artist who knows who he is. He emotes self confidence with a stiff upper lip and not an ounce of self doubt. From Sister Rosetta Tharpe to Jimi Hendrix, Pete Wilde is the latest heir to the royal bloodline of Black Kings and Queens of Rock ’N’ Roll. As a small child, his mother nicknamed him Rockstar, and it would seem Mama Wilde’s wisdom knows no bounds. Not only is Pete Wilde a force to be reckoned with, but he is the savior of rock ’n’ roll, nailed to a Fender.