This week in The Gutter, it’s the Kings of Stomp and Glitter — Slade!! —These four hooligans from the English Midlands slapped on platform boots, mirror-ball hats, and built a sound that could level a pub. Before they were blaring out of every jukebox and football stadium in the U.K., these Black Country lads were just four scrappy kids hammering it out in sweaty pubs. We’ll trace their rise from Wolverhampton grit to chart-topping glory, how Noddy Holder’s howl and Dave Hill’s glitter-...

From smoky East Coast clubs to MTV superstardom, Cinderella clawed their way up with busted knuckles, big hair, and a frontman who sang like his heart was on fire. We’ll dig into their rise from the Philly bar scene, the Bon Jovi connection that changed everything, and the blues-soaked albums that proved glam could have teeth. These guys weren’t sipping champagne on Sunset Boulevard — Tom Keifer and the boys were mixing nasty riffs with a soulful snarl and writing anthems about heartbreak, ha...

This week in The Gutter, we’re sliding face-first into the deep-fried, beer-soaked world of Nashville Pussy—the dirtiest rock ‘n’ roll band to ever crawl out of the South. This Georgia gang took AC/DC’s boogie, Motörhead’s bite, and a whole lotta whiskey-fueled sleaze, and turned it into one roaring middle finger to polite society. And stick around 'til the very end! We're bringing you live show bonus content from Tempe, Arizona featuring Nashville Pussy and Buckcherry! Send us a ...

This week in the Gutter we are getting down and dirty with the hard-rocking, LA-based powerhouse, The Four Horsemen. Signed by the legendary Rick Rubin, this band was the real deal. They were a raw, bluesy beast with the dirty swagger of AC/DC and the soulful stomp of Lynyrd Skynyrd. Their 1991 debut, Nobody Said It Was Easy, was an absolute monster that gave us anthems like "Rockin' Is Ma Business". But rock and roll has a price, and The Four Horsemen paid it in full. From the raw powe...

This week in the Gutter, we’re diving into the glorious chaos of Jetboy—the San Francisco misfits who crashed the Sunset Strip with mohawks, leather, and a raw blend of punk sneer and sleaze-rock swagger. From Bay Area dive bars to major-label deals, from tragedy to…triumph?? Jetboy never fit the mold—and that’s exactly what made them dangerous. Send us a text Show Notes: Contact Us: rnrguttermail@gmail.com Follow Us: https://rocknrollgutter.com/ | Instagram | Facebook Subscribe: Appl...

Forget your power ballads and pretty-boy primping—this week in the Gutter we’re throwing down with the loud, the dirty, the unstoppable Rhino Bucket. These guys didn’t need glitter, gimmicks, or Hollywood flash. They came armed with jackhammer riffs, four-on-the-floor grooves, and rock star swagger. We’ll dig into their albums, their endless road warrior grind, and how they managed to stay raw, sweaty, and gloriously unpolished in a scene choking on Aqua Net. Send us a text Show Notes: Contac...

This week in the Gutter, we’re howlin’ at the moon with the criminally underrated Salty Dog. Forget the hairspray and the power ballads—Salty Dog was a different beast entirely. These sleaze-blues bastards rolled in with long hair, loud amps, and a debut album that hit like a bar fight. Join us as we uncover how a bunch of long-haired hellraisers with Zeppelin in their veins and Sunset Strip swagger landed a major label deal, dropped Every Dog Has Its Day, and then… well, kinda disappeared in...

This week we crank up the chaos with the gloriously messy story of Buckcherry—the band that gave us strip-club anthems, tattoo-regret soundtracks, and enough sleaze to fill a Sunset Strip dumpster. This band of SoCal hellraisers went from Hollywood hopefuls to gold-record rebels, then crashed, burned, and rose again like a flaming middle finger! We’re talking Josh Todd’s caffeine-and-nicotine charisma, the revolving door of guitar slingers, and how the band managed to outlive most of their cr...

Welcome to Season 3, Gutter Rats—this week we’re diving headfirst into the loud, sweaty, gloriously unpolished chaos of a Faster Pussycat concert. Andy and Gary break down the night in all its sleazy glory. Was it a beautiful mess of gutter rock greatness? Hell yeah!! We’re talking setlists, singalongs, crowd shenanigans, and whether Taime Downe is still the coolest guy in the room (spoiler: he is). Send us a text Show Notes: Contact Us: rnrguttermail@gmail.com Follow Us: https://rocknrollgu...

Circus of Power was the personification of East Coast sleaze rock during the late 80s and early 90s, tearing up the Bowery with a brand of blues-infused, heavy-hitting rock that felt like a punch to the gut. This wasn't some polished, corporate rock outfit; this was the primal sound of a city's underbelly. If you crave your rock 'n' roll served with a side of street grime and a shot of pure, unadulterated swagger, you're in for a treat. Send us a text Show Notes: Contact Us: rnrguttermail@gma...

If you're tired of pretty boys and polished pop, and you crave the raw, visceral energy of bands like The Stooges and The Gun Club, then you're in the right place. The Hangmen delivered a potent cocktail of punk rock attitude, blues rock soul, and hard rock anthems that were raw, ragged, and real as Hell. This is the story of Bryan Small and his band of Rock n Roll lifers. They are the real deal, the antidote to the manufactured shine, and somehow survived every label disaster, lineup change,...

This week we’re heading straight into the grimy gutters and neon nightlife of 1990s New York City to pay tribute to the criminally underrated glam-adjacent punk juggernaut: D Generation. Fronted by the ever-charismatic Jesse Malin, these downtown darlings brought sneer, swagger, and sharp songwriting to a scene that didn’t know what hit it. We’ll dive into their CBGB-bred origins, major label misadventures, and how they channeled the spirits of the Dolls, The Dead Boys, and Hanoi Rocks into a...

Ever wonder what you’d get if you mixed hairspray, hedonism, and a healthy dose of delusion? Yeah, neither did we — but here we are. In this episode, we're diving headfirst into a glitter-soaked time capsule bursting with Aqua Net and spectacularly poor life choices, courtesy of... Pretty Boy Floyd. Yep, the Leather Boyz with Electric Toyz who made Poison look like undertakers. Join us as we untangle their MTV “heyday” (did they even have a heyday?), their self-inflicted legal drama, and thei...

This week, we stumble into the trash-glam chaos of the legendary New York Dolls. They swaggered into the '70s like drag queens at a biker bar—loud, lewd, and full of attitude! We’re breaking down the gloriously sloppy legacy of these proto-punk pioneers. Before there was punk, there were the Dolls: sloppy, stylish, and too fabulous to ever be forgotten. Also a special segment dedicated to the late, great David Johansen—frontman, icon, lounge lizard. From his snarling days with the Dolls to hi...

In the first half of the episode, we explore the world of Princess Pang, the short-lived but unforgettable sleaze rock band that burned bright in the late '80s. With a globe-spanning lineup and a frontwoman who could out-scream, out-strut, and out-rock most of the boys in the biz, Princess Pang hit the scene in the late '80s like a hairspray-fueled tornado. Princess Pang brought a raw, infectious energy to the scene—just as the glam metal wave was beginning to crash. In the second half ...

Before punk had a mohawk and before glam got glossy, there were The Hollywood Brats—the band that should have been the UK’s answer to the New York Dolls but ended up as rock ‘n’ roll’s best-kept secret. In this episode, we dive into the sneering, swaggering, and spectacularly doomed career of the Brats, a group so ahead of their time they practically time-traveled into obscurity. From their reckless fashion choices to their run-ins with music industry apathy, we’ll unpack why their lone album...

In the late ‘80s, when rock ‘n’ roll was drowning in hairspray and excess, Spread Eagle crashed the party like a steel-toed boot to the face. These guys weren’t just another glam band—they were the leather-clad, gutter-born antidote to the genre’s pretty-boy polish. While glam bands were busy primping, these NYC bruisers were cranking out raw, razor-sharp street metal that sounded like it crawled out of a back alley with a switchblade and a bad attitude. In this episode, we dive into the band...

In this episode, we’re throwing it back to the late ‘90s and early 2000s with The Donnas—the all-girl rock band that proved girls just wanna have fun… and shred! From high school besties to full-fledged rock stars, these four women took their love of The Ramones, KISS, and AC/DC and turned it into a career packed with blistering riffs, rebellious anthems, and the kind of songs that make you want to break curfew. We’ll cover their journey from high school garage band to MTV darlings, where the...

In this episode, we’re diving headfirst into stories of persistence, passion, and the rock ‘n’ roll spirit that just won’t quit—no matter how long it takes. After a mere 30-year hiatus (but who's counting?), Welsh rockers Sister Morphine finally unleashed their long-awaited debut album, Ghosts of Heartbreak City. Their blues-infused, hard-hitting riffs capture the essence of classic gutter rock with a fresh energy. But after three decades in the making... Was it worth the wait? Meanwhile, acr...

Join us for part two of our deep dive into the saga of Faster Pussycat, the legendary sleaze rock trailblazers who brought their signature Gutter Glam sound to the Sunset Strip. With their gritty edge, undeniable swagger, and iconic hits like “House of Pain” and “Bathroom Wall,” Faster Pussycat carved their place in rock history and helped define an era. In this episode, we explore the band’s rise during their most commercially successful years and take a closer look at where the band stands ...