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-Ep11: The Hangmen: Too Tough to Die, Too Cool to Care
Rock N Roll Gutter
36 minutes
5 months ago
S2-Ep11: The Hangmen: Too Tough to Die, Too Cool to Care
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,...
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-...
