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-...
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...
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-...
