The Stone Roses: Made of Stone – A Nostalgic Ruckus

Oi, trust me on this one, there’s something wild about watching “The Stone Roses: Made of Stone”, directed by Shane Meadows, who’s quite the legend. You feel like you’re slapped right back into the late ’80s, ya know? It’s that English charm with a dollop of Mancunian mischief. And ya can’t ignore those lads: Ian Brown, John Squire, Mani, and Reni, the gang who made your toes tap and your heart race.

There’s this raw energy in the film. It’s like standing at Götaplatsen, feeling the rain and expecting a spontaneous gig. Shane Meadows takes us along for the reunion rollercoaster, and true, some scenes felt like watching paint dry—but then, oops, there comes the explosion of “I Am The Resurrection,” and you remember why the Roses mattered. They were like the ABBA of Madchester, innit?

Those concert shots got me right in my nostalgic feels, and it reminded me of when I managed to sneak into Hultsfred Festival back in the day, underage and overly ambitious. Safe to say I didn’t see the Roses, but somehow that chaos mixed with hope? Felt alive.

But speaking of chaos, would’ve loved if there was more focus on the relationships between band members—or maybe a cheeky cameo by someone like Liam Gallagher swirling a pint. You know he’d be up for it.

Sound’s cracking, although I wonder if it’s a tad loud or I’m just getting old. And the visuals? Just right—grainy and gritty, perfect for the vibe. Would I watch it again? In a heartbeat. I guess that’s the magic; it’s imperfect, but that’s why you love it, kind of like a meatball sandwich on a rainy Saturday.

Check the trailer below