From page 109 of Classic Rock Magazine March 2004
The Water Rats, London
Five rock godlings from Philly, crammed on to the tiny Water Rats stage, filling the room with enough testosterone to put a beard on Walt Lafty, Silvertide’s impossibly young-looking Robert Plantesque frontman who’s practising his best Axl Rose whine and gyrating atop the bass drum.
Silvertide look like the epitome of rock excess. The Dirt is their bible and Tommy Lee their Jesus. Or, conceivably, their dad. And, rather neatly, they sound like the epitome of 70s rock excess and all those bands who wrote the book on it: Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Guns N’ Roses... It’s not just Lafty’s voice; guitarist Nick Perri is Slash with hair straighteners. The stage too small to contain Walt and Nick’s posturings, they take their rock into the audience for a blistering ‘Devil’s Daughter’, pints spilling with excitement and laughter in equal measures. They then take things to a whole new level of widdly for ‘Show And Tell’ – complete with a drum solo, for God’s sake.
Snakeskin boots; a man in a bandanna playing a clear perspex axe behind his head; and a brilliantly ostentatious cover of ‘Why Don’t We Do It In The Road?’ Yeah, why not? Suzy West