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-...
This week we crank up the chaos with the gloriously messy story of Buckcherry—the band that gave us strip-club anthems, tattoo-regret soundtracks, and enough sleaze to fill a Sunset Strip dumpster. This band of SoCal hellraisers went from Hollywood hopefuls to gold-record rebels, then crashed, burned, and rose again like a flaming middle finger! We’re talking Josh Todd’s caffeine-and-nicotine charisma, the revolving door of guitar slingers, and how the band managed to outlive most of their cr...
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-...
