Slade

Slade started life as Ambrose Slade, a bunch of threatening skins from Walsall. By 1971, they'd lost the Ambrose and Noddy Holder was giving it loads on Top Of The Pops with his top hat covered in mirrors.

"The first time it was for a stage effect," said Noddy. "I wanted it to be like a mirror ball and light up the audience. But I ended up wearing it for two years, 1972 and 1973. The idea was that when we went on Top Of The Pops we wanted to stand out. We wanted people to say in the pub, "Did you see them Slade on Top Of The Pops last night? They're mad, they are"." As ambitions go, that was a fair ambition. The only thing was that Slade weren't mad. They were sharp tunesmiths who had a gift for a gag and an eye for the main chance.

First spotted by Chas Chandler, a man who'd proved his pedigree with his previous managerial charge, one Jimi Hendrix. When Chandler got hold of Slade, they were still Ambrose Slade and about to become skinheads. In the very late Sixties being a skin was quite a smart move. It was big constituency, ready to be exploited, but when they got going they found that they weren't the ones being exploited.

Skins used their gigs to launch all that violence nonsense that they liked so much. Every time the Ambroses tried to get going, out would come the Doc Martens and the knuckle-dusters. For a young group on the make, it wasn't so much a reputation as a noose.

"Hey, we're better than that," thought the boys. So they lost the Ambrose, grew their hair and had a look around. "Hey, who's that bunch of poofs singing about that geezer wot invented the phone?" 

It didn't taken long for the shrewd Chandler to reposition his boys as Glam rockers and - hey ho, here we go - they released Get Down And Get With It, a good old stomp from their old days that was now dressed up with a bit of fairy dust. It was, strangely enough, a Top 20 hit.

Noddy Holder, the lead singer and the owner of that mirrored top hat, was so pleased he wrote a letter to his mum. 'Deer mum, Gess wot weev dun...' Chas Chandler happened to be passing by as Noddy was writing and saw the letter. "Oi, Nod, I think I've got an idea" - Well, it might have been like that. Slade had themselves a gimmick. It was to pretend that they hadn't been to skool. They spelt all their song titles wrong. Coz I Luv You, Look Wot You Dun, Take Me Bak 'Ome, Mama Weer All Crazee Now, Gudbye T'Jane, Cum On Feel The Noize . . . Slade had a huge run of hits.

Each time they appeared on Top Of The Pops they were more and more outrageous. Or rather, guitarist Dave Hill was. One of the great Glam figures, Hill looked like no one else on earth: huge platform boots - I've a sneaky suspicion he was about four foot tall - costumes to dye for in colour to die in, the trademark Cleopatra haircut and the cutest buck teeth. That haircut was the crowning glory. Long all round, except at the front where it was cut in a kind of round circle. It was well odd. He looked like a comical posh chipmunk who'd been off nicking peanuts when they were giving out a good taste. A proper Glam Liberace, Hill was a permanent fixture of the early Seventies.

Sparkling hair and glamtastic clothes alone wouldn't have done it for the Sladesters. Their tunes were catchy, rocky, infectious, so much so that they're still living. A rabble-rousing leader of a rabble-rousing outfit, Noddy Holder's voice was a raspy growl, obviously the perfect voice for an effeminate-looking (oh yeah?) Glam rock outfit. Like The Sweet, Slade made some timeless classics. And like The Sweet their look seemed totally at odds with what they were.

Coming from the Black Country of Wolverhampton - Black Sabbath country - it was only natural that their tendency should be toward the macho, but you just felt with Slade that half a yard underneath the bucket loads of glitter there were two tattoos that said 'love' and 'hate'. Maybe it was their background.

What happened to Slade? They got soft. They started making proper records. They learned to spell. They got ideas. They made a film - Flame, aka Slade In Flame - that was all soft focus and backlit. Listen, if Slade In Flame had been a kosher item, it would have been called Slade In Flaym.

You want to know another reason we got bored with Slade? Merry Xmas Everybody. More a pension scheme than a record, it has lurked around our consciousness for what? Thirty-odd years?

The Sweet. Mud. Slade. Each was pivotal and that era would have been a poorer place without them. They all flirted in that nether zone somewhere between proper pop group and cartoon pastiche. They enjoyed playing and we enjoyed watching them play and it was all a bit of a game, but . . . The Sweet wanted to be proper rock stars, Mud toyed with it, writing their own b-sides, Slade, if the truth be told, were a proper pop group.

There was a place in our hearts (and in the market) for a group, for something that had absolutely no pretensions to being proper. The teenybop acts had no pretensions but that was something completely different. What we're talking about here is something that was a cartoon. But real.