Rheinallt H. Rowlands

THERE HAS ALWAYS been a place in pop for the driven outsider: the writer or performer spurred on by their own personal bob-a-job scout pack of demons to create sounds and songs the like of which have never been heard before. Those with time on their hands can often be found tracing a tormented family line through Joe Meek, Phil Spector and Brian Wilson to Climate Of Hunter-era Scott Walker and the great Jim Steinman. To this illustrious list, another name must now be added. That name is Rheinallt H Rowlands.