Slade: When Slade Rocked The World 1971-75

You’re gonna need a bigger stocking for this ‘Chriiiiiissstmaaaaaas!’ cracker.

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You spend years telling people that ‘a Slade is not just for Christmas’ and then they go and release something so intrinsically festive that you might as well stuff a fistful of sage and onion up it.

Okay, let’s take it as read that you’re fully aware of the genius of Slade. You know they’re the 70s equivalent of The Beatles in terms of both hits and hollering halls of richly hormoned teens unaccountably bewitched by homely provincial minstrels, and that artistically, they fashion tunes of such emotional eloquence and melodic majesty that if Nobel gave Peace prizes for misspelt barn-storming foot-stompers Noddy’d need a second home in Norway.

So have sufficient bells and whistles been employed this time around to convince us that Slade rocked the world and are the results worthy of yuletide stocking room?

Short answer? Yes. Their four best albums Slade Alive! to Slade In Flame inclusive are all here on brightly coloured vinyls, alongside a quartet of double-sided, single-only hit seven inchers, all in garish picture sleeves, the whole lot on double CD, an interview flexi, a repro of George Tremlett’s 1975 book The Slade Story and, oh yes, a 10-inch Slade annual, packed with ample memorabilia to numb you to the turkey-associated rigours of Boxing Day.

It’s a beautiful thing. Just look at it… You know you want it… Bung Cum On Feel The Noize on right now and I guarantee you your kids will be significantly worse off for presents come Christmas Day. Go on, spoil yourself. You’re only middle-aged once…



BB King: *Live At The Regal*

Woke up this morning, and ordered myself some plastic. Described by The Blues magazine as the greatest live blues album ever, Live At The Regal gets a limited edition, opaque blue vinyl reissue from the excellent New England retailer where Aimee Mann used to work.

The Temperance Movement: *White Bear*

This isn’t out until mid-January, but the nice folk at Earache are already slaking the thirst of eager punters with a limited edition white vinyl version featuring a photo-card signed by the band, and a “bonus art print” of the album sleeve itself. So you can look at it twice, at once.

Izzy Stradlin: *117 Degrees*

Never previously available on vinyl, Izzy’s second studio album was as influenced by surf music and rockabilly as it was by the Stones, and is perhaps the most satisfying Guns N’ Roses-related release outside of Appetite itself. Book early to receive the marbled blue plastic edition – there’s only 1,000 copies.

Ian Fortnam

Classic Rock’s Reviews Editor for the last 20 years, Ian stapled his first fanzine in 1977. Since misspending his youth by way of ‘research’ his work has also appeared in such publications as Metal Hammer, Prog, NME, Uncut, Kerrang!, VOX, The Face, The Guardian, Total Guitar, Guitarist, Electronic Sound, Record Collector and across the internet. Permanently buried under mountains of recorded media, ears ringing from a lifetime of gigs, he enjoys nothing more than recreationally throttling a guitar and following a baptism of punk fire has played in bands for 45 years, releasing recordings via Esoteric Antenna and Cleopatra Records.