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-...
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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-...
S2-Ep10: D-Generation - Middle Fingers and Mascara: The D-Generation Manifesto
Rock N Roll Gutter
51 minutes
5 months ago
S2-Ep10: D-Generation - Middle Fingers and Mascara: The D-Generation Manifesto
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...
Rock N Roll Gutter
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-...
