Slade – You’ll Never Walk Alone
Oldies Songs A Roar of Defiance and Devotion Echoing Through the Storm When Slade unleashed their live album Slade on Stage in 1982, it was more than a document of a band…
Slade – Kill ‘Em at the Hot Club Tonite
A Deep-Cut Glimpse of Rock-and-Roll Swagger: A Band’s Humorous, Self-Mythologizing Portrait of Their Own Unstoppable Live Prowess. To those who lived and breathed the electric energy of early 1970s rock,…
Slade – Roach Daddy
A Forgotten Garage Rock Gem: The Scrappy, Pre-Glam Rock Drama of a Band Searching for Their Sonic Identity on the Cusp of a New Decade. Before the platform shoes, the…
Slade – I’m A Rocker
The Raw, Defiant Roar of a Band That Refused to Fade, Celebrating the Indestructible Spirit of Rock and Roll Itself. The late 1970s: for those who loved the unbridled, glammed-up,…
Slade – Hey Ho Wish You Well
Slade’s Hey Ho Wish You Well A Snapshot of Mid Eighties Rock from Rogues Gallery Slade’s performance of Hey Ho Wish You Well, as seen in the official 1985 video,…
Slade – Knocking Nails Into My House
An Uneasy Toytown Nightmare: This Cover Track Reveals the Untapped Psych-Pop Melancholy Lurking Beneath a Future Glam-Rock Titan. Before the platform shoes, before the mirror balls, and long before they…
Slade – Raining In My Champagne
The Tragic Glamour of Fame: A Ballad That Stripped the Glitter Off the Great Slade Party For those of us who lived through the glorious, anarchic chaos of the early…
Slade – Let The Good Times Roll / Feel So Fine
A Glorious, Unapologetic Shout for Decadence and Joy that Caps the Definitive Glam Rock Statement In 1972, at the white-hot zenith of the glitter-drenched, stomp-heavy Glam Rock era, four working-class…
Slade – Heaven Knows
A Soaring, Melancholy Lament for Lost Innocence and the Corrupting Glare of Stardom. The year is 1974. Slade were, quite simply, the most electrifying phenomenon in British rock, a band…
Slade – Martha My Dear
A Deceptively Tender Serenade to Man’s Best Friend There are songs that wear their hearts on their sleeves, and then there are those that hold a secret, a private joke…