Ian Rilen: Passion, Boots and Bruises
I-94 Bar, January 15, 2004
Ian Rilen wants an orange juice. Freshly-squeezed. And the restaurant serving three of us breakfast this humid, wet Sydney Saturday afternoon can’t comply.
Their orange juice is freshly-squeezed, the waitress says. Freshly-squeezed at a factory and sent here. Not good enough and Rilen bounces outside and hits the Darlinghurst footpath, in search of Vitamin C.
It’s an image a world removed from that of the Ian Rilen the public thinks they know – the Dirty Degenerate Boy of the most visceral, intimidating Australian band of the last 30 years, the mighty X. Read the full interview at I-94 Bar