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-Ep7: Princess Pang & Betty Blowtorch - The Good, The Bad, and The Blowtorch!!
Rock N Roll Gutter
1 hour 14 minutes
7 months ago
S2-Ep7: Princess Pang & Betty Blowtorch - The Good, The Bad, and The Blowtorch!!
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 ...
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-...
