Slade: Slayed

Rock and roll at its very best, today. Which is not the same thing as rock 'n' roll at its very best in 1956, as a quick listen to the last track here, 'Let The Good Times Roll' will tell you. Where once Shirley and Lee's song rolled, bounced, and changed its pace, like a beach ball rolling down a gentle slope, Slade fire it like bullets from a repeater rifle. And that's the message on most of the other tracks too, harsh aggression, won't take no for answer, shut your mouth while I'm talking. Like a distillation of the toughest parts of Cochran, Richard, and Elvis, filtered through Lennon and Robert Plant, ejected through a weird bodiless voice as if they bounced it off the moon.