Old New Borrowed and Blue is the fourth studio album by the British rock group Slade. It was released on 15 February 1974 and reached No. 1 on the UK Albums Chart. The album was certified gold by BPI the same month of release.
The album was released in the USA on the Warner Bros. label, under the title Stomp Your Hands, Clap Your Feet, minus the tracks "My Town" and "My Friend Stan" (as they had been previously released in the USA on "Sladest"), the latter reaching #1 in Ireland in October 1973.
The single, "Everyday" was their first not to have the standard 'Slade' sound on it, which is probably why it failed to get higher than #3 on the UK Singles Chart. The previous single to this was "Merry Xmas Everybody", which was to be their final #1 hit single, although 1983's "My Oh My" would later reach the #2 spot.
On the "Slade Talk To 19 Readers" bonus track, Holder explains the title of the album came from the fact that there are some old, new, borrowed and blue songs on the album.
The album was certified gold by BPI in February 1974.
Originally, the album was planned to be released in the first week of February.
According to the Fan Club newsletter for January and February 1974, the album was rewarded a Gold Disc for pre-order sales, even before the album's release.
Also, according to the same newsletter, two or three songs non-typical Slade songs were written a couple of years before the album's release. These songs were not released sooner as they didn't fit with the Slade sound of the time.
After the recording of the album, for the fan club, Don Powell wrote "We've just finished recording our next album. It's got a lot of new things on it. Nothing very different or out of character, we've spent more time on arrangements and little ideas and effects."
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