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Saturday, November 5, 2011

Alice Cooper - Welcome 2 My Nightmare



He’s back…the man behind the mask. Well, strictly Alice has never really gone away. Now Alice, in my humble opinion, has never made a truly terrible album although some do shine far brighter than others. 1975’s original Welcome To My Nightmare set, however, stands head and shoulders above anything else in his solo career. As a die hard Alice fan, when I heard in 2010 he was working on a sequel to that album, Hell, I was intrigued…I even got wood!!! When I heard that the surviving members of the original Alice Cooper band were also involved then I was sold…and I got wood…damn, I could have done with having two dicks!!! When I heard Bob Ezrin was back in the production seat…yeah you guessed it, I don’t need to draw you pictures now do I!!!

This album has some pretty big shows to fill so how does it fare? Being honest, this album is everything it should be…and more. Alice has taken the grandiose, hard rocking concept blueprint he laid down in the 70’s and revisited it like an old and trusted fiend whilst understanding that it ain’t 1975 no more. This album is pure Alice 2011 style. How many other artists can you think of that have a career spanning over 40 years who are able to continue making music that is as relevant to their past as it is to the current musical climate…yeah, you’re struggling to think aren’t you? Look no further.

The basic concept is not that far removed from the original story, Alice’s dreams plunge him into a horrific world but this time there is a twist. Without giving too much away this is Welcome To my Nightmare meets Alice Cooper Goes To Hell in one tidy package.

Opening with “I Am Made Of You” shows Alice in contrary mode. Instead of the big statement that sets the scene from the off this is a subtle slow burning piece of dark, heavy pop. I will admit, this caught me off guard on first listen and the vocoder affected vocals did make me wince…what the hell is Alice playing at??? Repeated listens, however, reveal the song’s true strength and the delicious melody not to mention Steve Hunter’s sublime guitar solo. Throughout the album Hunter’s playing is at the top of his game and the years have done nothing to dull is ability or his ideas. This is both new and old ground for Alice as piano themes echo the original “Welcome…” album whilst exploring modern, contemporary musical turns.

Things really kick off on the next track, “Caffeine” where Alice realises he can’t face entering the dark world of sleep and needs to stay awake at all costs. Co-written by and featuring Buckcherry’s Keith Nelson this is, as you may expect, a balls to the wall slice of ass kicking hard rock and roll that throws riff after riff after riff into the melting pot. The song itself is packed full of ADHD driven twists fuelled by the variety of stimuli that Alice catalogues in the lyrics.

Unfortunately for Alice, the caffeine doesn’t work and “The Nightmare returns” (see what I did there?). A brief but brilliant segue between the original 1975 set and the new album, this explores the familiar piano themes from the original and reprises the dark, orchestrated horror sound that set the original “Welcome…” album apart.

And now, here’s where I start to salivate. “A Runaway Train” is the first of three tracks written with and featuring the surviving members of the original Alice band; Dennis Dunaway on bass, Neal Smith on drums and Michael Bruce on guitar. As Alice rides the train into his hellish nightmare world it is clear that the guys are relishing working together once more. A motorvating, rockabilly fueled slice of rock and roll, you can almost hear the tethers break at the start as the band throw themselves into the track with the energy of a band a third their ages and with every ounce of gusto they mustered on the original classic Cooper albums.

The train crashes and Alice realizes he is “The Last Man On Earth” and with all the freedom to allow himself any level of debauchery that entails. Here Alice shows the diversity he used to display back in the good old experimental 70’s days with a drunken, Tom Waits styled hoodoo blues stomp that sounds as though it comes straight from a Vaudevillian theatre in the Louisiana swamps. Banjo, violin and tuba power this irresistible piece of irreverence…but wait, the round of applause Alice receives at the end suggest all isn’t as it seems and Alice isn’t really alone!!!

Rob Zombie appears and takes over Vincent Price’s role from the original album to act as Alice’s guide on “The Congregation”. Zombie points out the various levels assigned to the wrong doers and undesirables including lawyers and…mimes!!! The track itself is pure, high energy metallic Beatles with Alice delivering his finest John Lennon impression. Throughout the album he is in fine vocal form exploring all aspects of his character from tender balladry to acidic hard rock. To still have a voice at 63 is remarkable, to have such a strong voice is almost miraculous!!!

The original Alice Cooper band appears for their second shot on the album, and one of the undoubted highlights. “I’ll Bite Your Face Off” is a sleazy slice of gutter level rock and roll that harks back to the days of “Killers” and “Love It To Death”. The Rolling Stones have been trying desperately to write a riff as irresistible as this for the last 30 years and failed…give the Cooper band a few days in the studio and look what happens!!!

No sooner have you showered off the grime from the sleazy onslaught than Alice hits us with one of the most bizarre and left field tracks on the album. “Disco Bloodbath Boogie Fever” is, as the title suggests, a disco infused up tempo piece of frippery that sees Alice throwing his tongue round some hip hop style wordplay. It’s an unusual move for sure and bound to divide opinion but the track is saved by a guest appearance from John 5 who delivers an incendiary guitar solo over a balls out thrash to the conclusion. Whatever people may think of this track it proves that Alice isn’t prepared to play safe and if pushed into a corner will come out fighting.
Alice continues to confound expectations as he parties on down with a bunch of surfing zombies…presumably they are the victims of the disco bloodbath and what better way to recover than going for a surf and beach party. Keep up folks, this is a nightmare after all, it isn’t meant to make perfect sense!!! Alice intended this to be a homage to the Beach Boys but once it’s been rocked up it has more than a little Ramones in its blood. Imagine Alice jamming with Johnny and the brudders whilst Brian Wilson and the guys sing pitch perfect harmonies…you’re imagining that right? It works doesn’t it!!!

Now, in the mid 70’s Alice gained notoriety amongst the rock fraternity but widespread recognition for his ballads. “Only Women Bleed”, “I never Cry” and “You And Me” were all smash hits back in the day and it seems Alice and writing partner of the time Dick Wagner kept a little something in the back pocket for a moment such as this. Originally written back in the 70’s, “Something To Remember Me By” never saw the light of day as Alice didn’t feel he could do it justice…but now he can. The track is as vital and heart warming as any ballad he’s ever done in the past and proves that some things are worth waiting for. Ezrin’s lush orchestration takes us right back to when Alice was storming the mainstream airwaves…and should be again.

The original Cooper band make their third and final appearance on the dark and deceptively heavy “When hell Comes Home”. Riding on a riff that Sabbath would have been proud of it shows that there is still plenty of life in the old dogs yet and they’re still capable of sending a frosty shiver down the spine in this tale of alcoholic spousal abuse, you see folks, it ain’t all fantasy in Alice land..

And so, in his journey through the Underworld, Alice meets a chick…and she is hot!!! “What Baby Wants” is a slick pop rocker that would have been a huge hit if it had followed “Poison” into the charts. The fact that Alice has drafted in bratty electro pop diva Ke$ha to join him on the track also shows that he is fully aware of the current musical climate as well as being able to spot talent where none of the rest of us can. Playing the Devil to Alice’s victim Ke$ha nails a performance that drips with seduction while Alice desperately tries to control his libido and retain his soul.

In an album full of left field twists, Alice delivers yet another on “I Gotta Get Out Of Here” co-written with Patterson Hood from Drive By Truckers and featuring country legend Vince Gill on guitar, this is a prime piece of rolling Americana. The genius stroke appears half way through with a chorus of heavenly voices that repeatedly ask Alice “what part of dead don’t you get”. What do you know, it seems that Alice isn’t really in a nightmare after all but has died and gone to Hell…or has he? The question is never fully answered and doesn’t need to be…maybe not until the third instalment!!!

And so we come to the rousing conclusion. “Underture” is an audacious piece that pulls themes from the 1975 original though the title track, “Steven”, “Devil’s Food”, “Only Women Bleed” to name but four and mixes them up with themes from the new work such as “Ghouls Gone Wild” and “Something To Remember Me By” to create an orchestrated instrumental denouement that puts a lid on the album in the only way it could possibly be finished.

Welcome 2 My Nightmare is a wild ride. Alice and his newfound partnership with Bob Ezrin have succeeded in pulling out all the stops to create an album that stands as Alice’s best work in at least 30 years…in fact make that 36 years since the original album came out. It’s as big, bold and brash as it is subtle and proves that Alice need no longer just be remembered by the younger generation for “Poison” and that for the older generation, he is still the master of the bizarre. Alice, we’re not worthy!!!


--Ollie

Monday, January 17, 2011

Revenge of the Quick Ripple Bursts – Featuring The Green Pajamas, The Hitmen, VTG, Crowded House, and Panzie

Green Pajamas – The Red, Red Rose

I’d already professed my admiration for Jeff Kelly, both for his solo work and his work with the Green Pajamas.  Now let’s add "moved" to the list of adjectives to describe how I feel about his music.  When Massachusetts high school student Phoebe Prince committed suicide in January 2010 rather than face another day of bullying from her classmates, Jeff recorded “The Red, Red Rose (Song for Phoebe Prince)” . Employing his trademark, sly psychedelic pop, “Red, Red Rose” is a heart-rendering, pain-laid-bare tribute to her life and condemnation of the bullies who caused her death.  Never maudlin or melodramatic, Jeff captures the power and sadness of the moment as sure as water crystallizes to ice.  “One January afternoon / They killed you in your school clothes/As sure as winter’s cruel hands/clutch and kill the red, red rose.”  Beautiful powerful stuff.

The rest of this 5-song EP released by Green Monkey Records follows suit, ranging from forlorn songs of life lost (“Little Dreams”) to wistful, playful remembrances of happier times (“Just Another Perfect Day.”) Through it all, Jeff and the band are spot on.  Gorgeous, dreamy, moving pop.


The Hitmen – Smashface

Digging deeper into the Green Monkey Catalog, we get this brand new reissue of a true lost classic of peppy, driving, post-punk quirk rock.  A while back, I’d written about the Green Monkey Compilation, It Came from the Basement, where The Hitmen definitely stood out as one of the gems of the GM catalog.  Originally released in 1990, Smashface garnered some local airplay before sinking into obscurity.  Now we get the whole shebang, quirky warts, hidden treasures and all.  Ranging from Robin Hitchcock and the Egyptians-styled eccentric rock to more a raw, punky agit-garage pop, each song on Smashface is a surprise journey into some art-whacked parallel dimension of quirkville, without ever losing it’s rooting in steady melodies and perfect performances.  “I Love Your Poems of Love,” and “Thrasher’s Corner,” the two songs from the GM compilation reign supreme here, just perfect slices of eclectic brilliance, but that does nothing to diminish the bizarre splendor of “Ice Age,” or the frenetic aggro of “The Stuff.”  Think an American version of Squeeze and you wont’ be too far off.  Just listen to “My Love Ran Out,” and you’ll see.  If you’re tastes run from the eclectic to the artful, to the poppy, you may have just found your new favorite band.  One listen to “I Love Your Poems of Love” was all it took to convince me.


Vtg – Love is Letting Go

After having just listening to Cancer Killing Gemini, perhaps I was primed to jump onto the next industrial band that came my way, but let me tell you, Vtg made that easy.  On this 6-song mini-album, Vtg lay out some of the trashiest, sexiest, dirtiest techno industrial rock out there.  But don’t think industrial in the true sense of the word, there no grinding guitars or massive distortion of mechanized distress a la Ministry here.  Sure, there’s the requisite Nine Inch Nails influence, but Vtg main man, Lawrence Stone’s not content to stop there.  Lying underneath the tortured moan of his vocals is some screaming electro rock, dark techno, and a hint of grunge, all twisted up in his own sadistic, pornographic world of demented sex.“I Lie Pretty,” is just about as grabby an opener as you could ask for, but it’s really the second song, “You” that puts this steamy electro-orgasm into the world’s S&M clubs.  Over that throbbing bass-- just made for pelvic grinding-- we get a bodily fluid-filled, juice-fest of metallic riffs, hypnotic beats, and condom-destroying synth washes.  You’ll either feel dirty as hell or completely satiated after hearing this one. 

For me it was the latter. 



Crowded House – The Very, Very Best of Crowded House

Crowded House needs no introduction.  Any lover of blissful late ‘80’s, early ‘90’s pop knows their signature sound of perfect melodies, and Neil Finn’s imaginative songwriting.  And any fan of theirs will be clamoring for this career-spanning, 25th anniversary release which features 19 tracks, or 32 on the expanded digital offering.  Sure you know “Don’t Dream it’s Over,” “Something so Strong,” and “Better Be Home Soon,” but buy this for the funky psychedelia of “It’s Only Natural,” or the confident swagger of  “Chocolate Cake,” or the sublime beauty of “Don’t Stop Now.”  A clinic in pop songwriting perfection.




 Panzie - S/T

Pure bath-tub brewed, crystal -methamphetamine sleaze and roll.  Toss in a tad of the demented industrial bent of Rob Zombie and we got a brew that toxic, lethal, and not at all pretty.  Looking at the "photos" of these cats with such awesome rock 'n' roll names as Johnny Hawiian, Jonnie Rockit, and Warren Rock, you gotta wonder if there's any blood left in their meth-stream.  I mean, I've never seen 5 guys who look like they embrace the rock danger-style as fiercely as these, crawled from under the stones gutter rats.  "Built on Hate" is simply a terror of industrial speed destructo-sleaze that has to be heard to be believed.  Absolutely, one of my favorite nut-busters of the year.  "Dance (mofo)" follows closely behind with it's neighborhood-threatening bottom end, razorblade guitars, and drug-adled chorus.  This is dance music for the psychotic, scuzzball set at it's finest.  Remember the name, Panzie.  Great shit!

--Racer









Friday, June 18, 2010

Darklight Corporation – S/T



You know, the undead like to dance just as much as the rest of us.

They just need something hideously special to get those gangrenous limbs and rigamortis-locked joints to move.  Here it is, Darklight Corporation's stunning debut of horror-scope industrial speed metal.

Industrial speed metal may not sound like something you’d expect the ‘ol Racer to be digging right now.  Those who know me know that I have a low tolerance for metal who's goal is to assault me like a bazooka blast to my temple.  Rather than excite me, it has a bizarre paradoxical effect – it puts me to sleep.  I mean mouth-open, drool-spilling-asleep.  The louder and more bombastic in my face it is, the quicker I nod off.

Not the case with this tremor-inducing slab of depth-charge bass, grinding guitar, and non-stop beat that is the debut from New Zealanders, Darklight Corporation.  Destroying all hardcore dancefloors with a combined assault of equal parts Rammstein, White Zombie, Metallica, enough melody to make it all hang together and some serious fucking groove.  Sometimes the industrial grind of metal can get a little repetitive, but Darklight Corporation throw in enough twists and turns, maniacal choruses, and just flat-out-good songwriting to make the album a burner from start to end.  Like some graveyard spawned combination of Helltrain's death-and-roll and Ministry.  It's what Slayer would sound like if they were set up on a blind date with a zombie and decided to go clubbing.  Imagine that, let your brain lock that down, then prepare yourself and put on the disc

“One Man’s Revolution,” kicks it right off the bat, battering my inner ear like a prize fighter going to town on an opponents face.   Give me some crushing guitar that rages like two pieces of machinery scraping against each other. Tie it together with some percolating synth, bringing in the electronica flavor, and then hit me with that colon-shaking bass and groove.  Oh yeah!   I’m not a fan of larynx-shredding vocals, but they work here.  Big time.  Rough and sputum-filled, this is aggressive, angry, assailant dance music.  Industrial madness.  Electronica for the criminally insane.

Every track here pulverizes with the same homicidal intensity, aiming for full on listener-dancefloor-evisceration, but the standout tracks are so fucking good you don’t even mind that they're splitting your belly opening and stealing something vital.  “Sweet Sickness,” starts off with some mutated guitar, quickly launching into that all-important groove.  Adding enough space and time, melody and synths, to make the song stand out from the previous two tracks, it’s like a breath of fresh air.  Granted its fresh air laced with the stench of the recent dead.   And it could only be the dead who don’t dance to this song.  More fucking infectious than the black plague.  You just wanna get infected with this one.  Never thought someone could come up with a chorus “Your presence makes me sick/I don’t believe your sickness,” that could become a crowd-chanter.  But there I was, screaming the words right along with the band in my best (worst) throat-shredding vocals.  Yeah, my wife left the room, but I didn’t care.  I had my groove on.

“Lockdown,” is about as much a commercial metal song as you’ll ever find that has the lyrics “Eat my blood/eat my body.”  Complete with a massive air-guitar riff and damn-singable chorus, this song will get even the most dead of the undead to crawl out of their earthen tombs and crawl off to the dancefloor.  “Propaganda,” ups the ante with the most Rammstein-esque blitz on the album.  Synths stutter and strut, guitars wail, scream, cry and howl.  Dancebeats swirl in orgasmic frenzies.   This intensity rages with fury all the way to the amalgam of electronica beats and slicing industrial guitar that is the closer “Ramrod 69.” 

Darklight Corporation’s debut isn’t a pretty album.  It’s one horrific, demented, seriously-in-need-of-therapy mess of rotting corpses and anger.  It’s an album of life-pounding intensity, anguish, and ire.  And it’s all served up hot and steaming with some of the best industrial beats I’ve heard in ages.  Not for the faint of heart, but not one to miss either. 

Now leave me alone, my zombie-bride dancing partner’s got her groove on and I ain’t missing it.


--Racer

buy here: Darklight Corporation
or mp3: Darklight Corporation [Explicit]