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-Ep3: Sister Morphine & The Sweet Things - Waiting On Salvation
Rock N Roll Gutter
44 minutes
9 months ago
S2-Ep3: Sister Morphine & The Sweet Things - Waiting On Salvation
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...
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-...
