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-...
S3-Ep 6: The Four Horsemen - Nobody Said It Was Easy
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S3-Ep 6: The Four Horsemen - Nobody Said It Was Easy
This week in the Gutter we are getting down and dirty with the hard-rocking, LA-based powerhouse, The Four Horsemen. Signed by the legendary Rick Rubin, this band was the real deal. They were a raw, bluesy beast with the dirty swagger of AC/DC and the soulful stomp of Lynyrd Skynyrd. Their 1991 debut, Nobody Said It Was Easy, was an absolute monster that gave us anthems like "Rockin' Is Ma Business". But rock and roll has a price, and The Four Horsemen paid it in full. From the raw powe...
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-...
