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“Cum On Feel the Noize” by Slade is one of the most iconic anthems of the glam rock era, a raucous celebration of music’s raw power and the unifying energy of live performance. Released in 1973 as a standalone single, the track shot straight to No. 1 on the UK Singles Chart, where it stayed for four weeks. Its success cemented Slade as one of Britain’s most electrifying bands of the decade, and the song’s enduring legacy has made it a cornerstone of rock music history.

From its very first moments, “Cum On Feel the Noize” commands attention. Noddy Holder’s guttural opening scream, “Baby, baby, baby!”, sets the stage for an all-out sonic assault, powered by thunderous guitars, stomping rhythms, and an irresistible chorus. The title, with its deliberately misspelled words, reflects the rebellious, free-spirited ethos of glam rock, while the song’s exuberant energy invites listeners to let loose and revel in the chaos.

Written by Noddy Holder and Jim Lea, the track is as much a celebration of the band’s connection with their audience as it is a rock anthem. The lyrics capture the unrestrained joy of live music, with lines like “So you think my singing’s out of time / Well, it makes me money” offering a cheeky nod to Slade’s critics while reinforcing the idea that music is about feeling, not perfection. The chorus, with its call-and-response structure, is tailor-made for singalongs, making the song a staple at concerts and parties.

Musically, “Cum On Feel the Noize” is a masterclass in glam rock. Dave Hill’s gritty guitar riffs drive the song, creating a wall of sound that’s both raw and electrifying. Don Powell’s drumming delivers a relentless, stomping beat that underpins the track’s infectious rhythm, while the layered production ensures every element shines. The combination of heaviness and accessibility is a hallmark of Slade’s style, and it’s on full display here.

The song’s massive success not only topped charts in the UK but also inspired future generations of rock musicians. In 1983, it was famously covered by Quiet Riot, whose version introduced the track to American audiences and became a hit in its own right. This cross-generational appeal speaks to the timeless energy and universal appeal of the original.

“Cum On Feel the Noize” is more than just a glam rock hit—it’s a rallying cry for music lovers everywhere. It’s a song that demands to be played loud, inviting everyone to embrace the unfiltered joy and connection that only rock ‘n’ roll can deliver. Whether you’re a lifelong fan of Slade or simply looking for a track that embodies the spirit of rock, this anthem remains as electrifying today as it was in 1973.Picture background

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Lyrics: “Cum On Feel The Noize”

 

Baby baby baby!
Ee-ow…So you think I got an evil mind, well I’ll tell you honey
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
So you think my singing’s out of time, well it makes me money
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no[Chorus]
So cum on feel the noize
Girls grab the boys
We get wild, wild, wild,
We get wild, wild, wild,
So cum on feel the noize
Girls grab the boys
We get wild, wild, wild,
At your doorSo you say I got a funny face, I ain’t got no worries
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Say I’m a scruff bag well it’s no disgrace, I ain’t in no hurry
And I don’t know why
I just don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no[Chorus]

So you think we have a lazy time, well you should know better
And I don’t know why
I just don’t know why
And you say I got a dirty mind, well I’m a mean go getter
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no

[Chorus]

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