Skid Row - Slave to the Grind (1991)^{Release ID: 5010}

The 1989 self-titled debut album from New Jersey's Skid Row came at a time when I was still very much at a crossroads between my hard rock roots & my complete defection to extreme metal. I'd literally only just discovered Metallica's "...And Justice For All" which had blown my world apart but, despite that major musical awakening, it's fair to say that I still had one foot tentatively planted in the hard rock of my father's music collection at the start of 1989. From memory, I think I even purchased "Skid Row" on CD & recall us both getting a lot of enjoyment out of it too but by the time Skid Row's sophomore record was released in 1991 my feet had been firmly planted in the death/black metal camp so it says a lot that I still felt the need to investigate "Slave To The Grind". The catalyst was the energy & general heaviness I found in the tracks I heard on the radio as they hinted at Skid Row having risen above their earlier hair metal approach to achieve a far chunkier & much less commercially focused sound & that was proven to be accurate from my initial experiences with the full album after receiving a dubbed cassette copy from a school mate.

"Slave To The Grind" seems to have been a clear attempt from Skid Row to be taken more seriously to me. There's little doubt that they'd matured as musicians & song-writers but the veering away from the cheesier end of hair metal would appear to be a conscious one. The production job & guitar tone alone fall much closer to genuine heavy metal territory than they do to anything designed primarily for commercial radio play. In saying that though, the overall direction isn't so different to their previous work that it would scare off any of their existing fanbase. I mean, there's still three hard rock ballads included here for example. It's just that they each offer enough in the way of creative substance to comfortably validate their inclusion on a more than respectable metal/rock record that contributes to "Slave to the Grind" being such a significant release. Hell, there's even a proggy feel on offer during a couple of those ballads at times with Bach sounding quite similar to Dream Theater front man James LaBrie which isn't something you can say about too many glam metal records. The sheer consistency of the tracklisting is another feather in the band's cap as there are no genuinely weak tracks to be found amongst the twelve on offer.

"Slave to the Grind" begins in splendid fashion with the first four tracks being very solid indeed & setting the tone for the rest of the release nicely. The title track & "The Threat" are straight up heavy metal songs & sit amongst Skid Row's heaviest material overall with "Mudkicker" arriving later on in the piece & also pushing the threshold of heaviness. The middle of the record sees them returning to a glammier sound for a while & is a little less effective as a result but, while there can be no doubt that tunes like "Monkey Business", "Psycho Love", "Get The Fuck Out", "Livin' On A Chain Gang" & "Creepshow" have drawn their roots from the Sunset Strip, there's no hint at disposability at any point, potentially because this record is so chock-full of chunky riffs & Bach's vocals are so spectacularly capable & engaging. Even the simpler punk rocker "Riot Act" is a more than acceptable inclusion in my opinion.

Skid Row's debut album may forever be the one that defines them as an artist but I wouldn't hesitate in claiming "Slave to the Grind" as the superior record. It speaks volumes that I'd completely let go of the other major glam metal bands by the time this release popped up but still chose to become a slave to Skid Row's grind. Ignore those that may tell you it's a pure heavy metal or hard rock record though. Its roots are still clearly rooted in glam metal in my opinion & it fits most comfortably alongside the work of the heavier bands from that scene in WASP, Twisted Sister & Dokken. In saying that though, it may well be the best example of the glam metal genre that I've ever heard, a statement that probably owes a little bit to the fact that "Slave to the Grind" isn't the purest representation of the genre. Any hair teaser worth their eyeliner should own a copy of this album though as it possesses more staying power than its competitors.

There really is no other era of Skid Row other than Sebastian Bach-era Skid Row is there?  The shit that got put out by the band post-Subhuman Race really bears no resemblance to any of their first three records.  The fact is, Bach was the icing on the cake for a bunch of sleazy cock-rockers with a penchant for making hard-hitting and punchy hard-rock and metal.  For all of Hill and Sabo's efforts on guitar their riffs, licks and leads hardly surpassed average and it was usually Bach's full frontal attack vocals that drove the band forwards.  On their sophomore I would suggest that he (again) more than carries his fair share of the workload, taking some solid enough songs and elevating them that extra mile to make them memorable.

Whilst Slave To The Grind is notably a step down from the quality of the debut album it still retains some of that youthful exuberance albeit it does sometimes direct this into goofy tracks such as the cringey Quicksand Jesus (one of the few tracks that the guitars save Bach) which is poorly written and obviously lacks finesse.  Similarly, Get The Fuck Out screams G n' R wannabees with the emphasis on shock overriding any real focus on album composition.

Single fodders such as In A Darkened Room and Wasted Time haven't aged well in all honesty and are only minorly less of a cringe-fest than the aforementioned Quicksand Jesus, however the one consistent element that in the main makes things more palatable is Bach's pipes.  Yes, the guitars maintain a nice hi-tempo where appropriate and also can cause those melancholic moments to linger a little while longer with their bluesy tone on the slower numbers and Bolan's bass is a virtual ever present plonk and rumble across the record, it is Bach's performance that stays with you.  On tracks like Living on a Chain Gang he utterly delivers, driving the energy forwards across one of the best tracks on the album.

Rob Affuso's drums sound a bit lost in all honesty.  There's a flatness to them that makes them sound like they weren't washed in the same energetic detergent that the rest of the instruments were.  This isn't to say his performance is bad, it just takes a proper sift into the record to kind of pick them up.  For all of my praise of Bach, one thing that occurred to me today was how rushed his vocals can sound on some tracks here.  This gives a sense often of wantonness in terms of the delivery, like he knows how good he is and doesn't really care how well the delivery fits in with everything else.

Fifteen year old me would probably have this album rated higher than a three but then again that's the gift/curse of growing old - you hear things through different ears in all honesty.  When I set aside the nostalgia and really listen, the album doesn't come alive in quite the same way that it used to.