I’ve been going through a really serious Slade obsession recently.
It happens every once in a while. It’s one of those bands that if you’ve become a fan, you don’t grow tired of them, you just take an occasional pause from them, then suddenly one of their songs pop into your head, and you’re back on the Slade-worshiping wagon.
It’s a band that genuinely understood what rock ‘n roll songwriting is basically about: to let your brain take a break, and let your penis do the talking.
