Rock N Roll Gutter

This week in The Gutter, we’re doubling down with two bands who shared a name — Johnny Crash and Johnny Law.

First up: Johnny Crash, straight outta late-’80s Los Angeles, where Sunset Strip dreams were colliding head-on with reality. Sleazy riffs, street-level swagger, and a band that looked like the next big thing right as the whole scene was about to implode.

Then we head to Austin, Texas, where Johnny Law were tearing it up far fr...

This week in The Gutter, we’re digging into one of the strangest footnotes in late-’80s/early-’90s hard rock history: Stuttering John’s band.
Yeah, that Stuttering John — the wise-cracking, mic-swinging chaos magnet from The Howard Stern Show who somehow wound up fronting a legit rock outfit with real chops, real swagger, and two albums that deserved a hell of a lot more than punchlines. We’re tearing into the songs, the playe...

This week in The Gutter, we’re digging into one of the sleaziest, most soulful cult bands to ever stagger out of the Lower East Side: The Throbs. These lipstick-smeared street poets were fusing a darker, grittier glam-sleaze sound full of dangerous bluesy swagger. We’ll dive into the making of their criminally overlooked debut, The Language of Thieves and Vagabonds, and the cast of characters—famous, infamous, and occasionally unhi...

 This week in The Gutter, it’s the Kings of Stomp and Glitter — Slade!! —These four hooligans from the English Midlands slapped on platform boots, mirror-ball hats, and built a sound that could level a pub. Before they were blaring out of every jukebox and football stadium in the U.K., these Black Country lads were just four scrappy kids hammering it out in sweaty pubs. We’ll trace their rise from Wolverhampton grit to chart-toppin...

From smoky East Coast clubs to MTV superstardom, Cinderella clawed their way up with busted knuckles, big hair, and a frontman who sang like his heart was on fire. We’ll dig into their rise from the Philly bar scene, the Bon Jovi connection that changed everything, and the blues-soaked albums that proved glam could have teeth. These guys weren’t sipping champagne on Sunset Boulevard — Tom Keifer and the boys were mixing nasty riffs...

This week in The Gutter, we’re sliding face-first into the deep-fried, beer-soaked world of Nashville Pussy—the dirtiest rock ‘n’ roll band to ever crawl out of the South. This Georgia gang took AC/DC’s boogie, Motörhead’s bite, and a whole lotta whiskey-fueled sleaze, and turned it into one roaring middle finger to polite society.

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 This week in the Gutter we are getting down and dirty with the hard-rocking, LA-based powerhouse, The Four Horsemen. Signed by the legendary Rick Rubin, this band was the real deal. They were a raw, bluesy beast with the dirty swagger of AC/DC and the soulful stomp of Lynyrd Skynyrd. Their 1991 debut, Nobody Said It Was Easy, was an absolute monster that gave us anthems like "Rockin' Is Ma Business". But rock and ro...

This week in the Gutter, we’re diving into the glorious chaos of Jetboy—the San Francisco misfits who crashed the Sunset Strip with mohawks, leather, and a raw blend of punk sneer and sleaze-rock swagger. From Bay Area dive bars to major-label deals, from tragedy to…triumph?? Jetboy never fit the mold—and that’s exactly what made them dangerous. 

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Forget your power ballads and pretty-boy primping—this week in the Gutter we’re throwing down with the loud, the dirty, the unstoppable Rhino Bucket. These guys didn’t need glitter, gimmicks, or Hollywood flash. They came armed with jackhammer riffs, four-on-the-floor grooves, and rock star swagger. We’ll dig into their albums, their endless road warrior grind, and how they managed to stay raw, sweaty, and gloriously unpolished in ...

This week in the Gutter, we’re howlin’ at the moon with the criminally underrated Salty Dog. Forget the hairspray and the power ballads—Salty Dog was a different beast entirely. These sleaze-blues bastards rolled in with long hair, loud amps, and a debut album that hit like a bar fight. Join us as we uncover how a bunch of long-haired hellraisers with Zeppelin in their veins and Sunset Strip swagger landed a major label deal, dropp...

This week we crank up the chaos with the gloriously messy story of Buckcherry—the band that gave us strip-club anthems, tattoo-regret soundtracks, and enough sleaze to fill a Sunset Strip dumpster. This band of SoCal hellraisers went from Hollywood hopefuls to gold-record rebels, then crashed, burned, and rose again like a flaming middle finger! We’re talking Josh Todd’s caffeine-and-nicotine charisma, the revolving door of guitar ...

Welcome to Season 3, Gutter Rats—this week we’re diving headfirst into the loud, sweaty, gloriously unpolished chaos of a Faster Pussycat concert. Andy and Gary break down the night in all its sleazy glory. Was it a beautiful mess of gutter rock greatness? Hell yeah!! We’re talking setlists, singalongs, crowd shenanigans, and whether Taime Downe is still the coolest guy in the room (spoiler: he is).

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Circus of Power was the personification of East Coast sleaze rock during the late 80s and early 90s, tearing up the Bowery with a brand of blues-infused, heavy-hitting rock that felt like a punch to the gut. This wasn't some polished, corporate rock outfit; this was the primal sound of a city's underbelly. If you crave your rock 'n' roll served with a side of street grime and a shot of pure, unadulterated swagge...

If you're tired of pretty boys and polished pop, and you crave the raw, visceral energy of bands like The Stooges and The Gun Club, then you're in the right place. The Hangmen delivered a potent cocktail of punk rock attitude, blues rock soul, and hard rock anthems that were raw, ragged, and real as Hell. This is the story of Bryan Small and his band of Rock n Roll lifers. They are the real deal, the antidote to the manuf...

This week we’re heading straight into the grimy gutters and neon nightlife of 1990s New York City to pay tribute to the criminally underrated glam-adjacent punk juggernaut: D Generation. Fronted by the ever-charismatic Jesse Malin, these downtown darlings brought sneer, swagger, and sharp songwriting to a scene that didn’t know what hit it. We’ll dive into their CBGB-bred origins, major label misadventures, and how they channeled t...

Ever wonder what you’d get if you mixed hairspray, hedonism, and a healthy dose of delusion? Yeah, neither did we — but here we are. In this episode, we're diving headfirst into a glitter-soaked time capsule bursting with Aqua Net and spectacularly poor life choices, courtesy of... Pretty Boy Floyd. Yep, the Leather Boyz with Electric Toyz who made Poison look like undertakers. Join us as we untangle their MTV “heyday” (did th...

This week, we stumble into the trash-glam chaos of the legendary New York Dolls. They swaggered into the '70s like drag queens at a biker bar—loud, lewd, and full of attitude! We’re breaking down the gloriously sloppy legacy of these proto-punk pioneers. Before there was punk, there were the Dolls: sloppy, stylish, and too fabulous to ever be forgotten.

Also a special segment dedicated to the late, great David Johansen—frontman...

In the first half of the episode, we explore the world of Princess Pang, the short-lived but unforgettable sleaze rock band that burned bright in the late '80s. With a globe-spanning lineup and a frontwoman who could out-scream, out-strut, and out-rock most of the boys in the biz, Princess Pang hit the scene in the late '80s like a hairspray-fueled tornado. Princess Pang brought a raw, infectious energy to the scene—just ...

Before punk had a mohawk and before glam got glossy, there were The Hollywood Brats—the band that should have been the UK’s answer to the New York Dolls but ended up as rock ‘n’ roll’s best-kept secret. In this episode, we dive into the sneering, swaggering, and spectacularly doomed career of the Brats, a group so ahead of their time they practically time-traveled into obscurity.

From their reckless fashion choices to their run-ins ...