The Small Face who walked away from stadiums, grew a moustache like a broom, and spent the rest of his life chasing the perfect rootsy, ramshackle, travelling-show vibe. He was the bass-playing heart of the Small Faces and Faces – the one with the bell-bottoms, the cheeky grin, and the voice like a cockney nightingale. When Rod and Ronnie Wood went full rock-star, Lane said “nah”, bought a caravan, formed Slim Chance, and made some of the most beautiful, shambolic, heartfelt

In the sticky-floored back rooms of 1970s London, where the beer was warm, the shirts were louder than the amps, and the hangover started before the encore even finished… there strutted a gang of piss-taking, booze-soaked, platform-heeled rascals who turned every gig into a glorious pub brawl with guitars. They had a singer who looked like a rock ’n’ roll pirate, a bassist who played like he was trying to wake the dead, and a drummer who hit the skins like he was personally o

Pete Townsend & Ronnie Lane’s Street in the City , a one-page advert in New Musical Express , November 12, 1977.

Ronnie Lane’s "Can Rock Survive?" , a one-page feature and advert in New Musical Express , January 17, 1976.