ALICE COOPER LIVE AT MONTREUX
Although it is a bit strange to see sixty-something year old Alice singing “Department of Youth”, I can forgive him cause he’s so freaking cool.
It’s also strange to see him strutting around stage in his black leather with his flowing locks and think, “Okay, this is my brother in Christ.” But not strange bad, strange AWESOME.
Sadly, some of the songs are almost too hard to watch, because whatever idiot cut all the camera angles together thought we needed to be seeing twelve different shots per second. And with the lights going and the audio blaring, this is a bit much, even for the most experienced head-banger. It just makes it too hard to concentrate on Alice and quite frankly, that’s who I’m here to see. I care nothing about the twenty-three year old doofus who somehow managed to score this sweet gig. If he was Jimi Hendrix I’d be all, “Hey, let me watch him play!” But he’s just a punk kid taking valuable screen time away from my main man Alice.
Brothers and sisters, I submit to you that this is unforgiveable.
In short, this is quite a concert. It has a lot of my favorites, but not quite all of them. Still, I wouldn’t have been disappointed had I been in the audience that night. All the flashy theatrical stuff is there in heaping helpings, and Alice is just as bizarre as ever.
Random thought: I wish I had an Alice Cooper action figure. How cool would that be? I’d put him in my dollhouse with all my old Fisher Price families. Gah, wouldn’t that just freak them right out? Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down and Alice will rock your face off.
FINAL GRADE: A-
Off in search of a girl with a job and a car and a house and cable,
M.
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