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Rating: If we have Marilyn Manson in the world, we somewhat owe it to Alice Cooper. He was the prototype of musical irreverence, he, the most famous snake charmer in the world, was the first to use death as a mockery.
This "grotesque demon", especially in the '70s and '80s, without taking anything away from the works from the '90s to today, has gifted the world many albums, convincing and disappointing, scandalizing everyone and everything. A rock 'n' roll, halfway between hard and commercial heavy, which at times recalls the sounds of the late AC/DC, at times those of Bon Jovi and Van Halen. A simple and immediate musical formula.
We are in the full '80s, and the boom of heavy metal seems to consign Alice to the oblivion of forgotten artists. During this period, we recall "Special Forces" and "Zipper Catches Skin", which didn't take off much in front of the ever-advancing Metal beast. "Constrictor" represents a partial recovery, where Alice explores classic Heavy sounds, without ever losing his Rock 'n' Roll vein and his proverbial irreverence, tangible from the album's artwork.
Credit for the album's success also goes to the guitarist-bodybuilder Kane Roberts, who composed much of the final work. Alice is in perfect sync with these new sounds, fully demonstrated by tracks like "Teenage Frankenstein", "Give It Up!", and "Thrill My Gorilla". Granite riffs, simple and immediate choruses. "Life And Death Of The Party" is almost a semi-ballad, which doesn't stray too far from the previously adopted patterns. An enjoyable track, enhanced by the use of acoustic interludes. "Simple Disobedience" sounds like a '70s disco dance song, and perhaps for this reason, it doesn't excite too much, remaining anonymous. The pace picks up with the subsequent "The World Needs Guts", where we have a simple and sharp riffing. "Trick Bag", "Crawlin'", and "The Great American Success Story" do not present particular innovations, enjoyable tracks without too much musical exploration, effective in their commerciality. The album closes with the theme of the sixth film in the "Friday The 13th" series, namely "He's Back (The Man Behind The Mask)", more electronic than the others, heavily reminiscent of '70s dance (as with "Simple Disobedience").
A good album for a band, or an artist if you like, that, for better or worse or both, has given great moments, almost always remaining at the center of attention thanks to a winning and effective formula. After all, this is "The worst band in Los Angeles".
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Give It Up (04:13)
You got your sugar
You got your spice
You got a kitten
Now isn't that nice
You just can't wait for a picnic in Spring
I just get nauseous
When I think of those things
You wait and wait and you wait for a lifetime
For a little piece of cake in the night time yeah
You wait and wait you can't wait any longer
You wait and wait, couldn't be any wronger no
Give it up
Don't let it get you down
Give it up
you really really blew it
Give it up
Turn your head around
You shop around for a sensible car
You hold your breath when you wish on a star
You settle down in a warm little house
You make some babies with your warm little spouse
Ah, how nice
You wait and wait and you wait for a lifetime
For a little piece of cake in the night time yeah
You wait and wait you can't wait any longer
You wait and wait, couldn't be any wronger no
Give it up
Don't let it get you down
Give it up
you really really blew it
Give it up
Turn your head around
Just when you got it made
And all your bills are paid
You stumble and fall into your grave
Ah, too bad
You wait and wait and you wait for a lifetime
For a little piece of cake in the night time yeah
You wait and wait you can't wait any longer
You wait and wait, couldn't be any wronger no
Give it up
Don't let it get you down
Give it up
you really really blew it
Give it up
Turn your head around
03 Thrill My Gorilla (02:56)
Sukie honey, we're gonna turn back the clock
To a time when we danced to volcanic rock
We loved to hunt and kill
That's how we used to be
We drank the blood we spilled
And growled at our enemies
Where were you when the monkey hit the fan
Thrill my gorilla
Where were you when monkey turned to man
Thrill my gorilla
Sukie honey, weren't you right there with me
I seem to remember chasing you from tree to tree
Those prehistoric nights are coming back to me
We must have been the first
To go down in history
Where were you when the monkey hit the fan
Thrill my gorilla
Where were you when monkey turned to man
Thrill my gorilla
We lay on our skins, original sins
Ah, ah, ah, ah yeah
We touch, we feel
We scream, we squeal
Thrill my gorilla
Thrill my gorilla
Where were you when the monkey hit the fan
Thrill my gorilla
Where were you when monkey turned to man
Thrill my gorilla
05 Simple Disobedience (03:30)
Looks like all your laws are broken, all your lines are down
And all your officers are shook up babbling little clowns
Looks like all your power's gone, it's sprayed upon the wall
In blood and spit, it spells out your inevitable fall
And all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
Simple disobedience
Yeah, all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
Simple disobedience
Now all your complex little schemes that form your master plan
Are scrambled up and that is something you just don't understand
A cyclone of confusion rips right through your holy troops
The very thing that weakens you gives power, gives me juice
And all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
Simple disobedience
Yeah, all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
Simple disobedience
Take your laser microscope and try to find an answer
No antidote or drug to cure our special strain of cancer
It spreads its revolution wide from cell to cell to cell
Your kingdom's like your body, it dies and goes to hell
And all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
Simple disobedience
Yeah, all the hungry outlaws have taken up a stance
Simple disobedience
08 Crawlin' (03:22)
Your dress is hangin' on a hook on the door
My jeans are lying in a pile on the floor, yeah
Flat on my back, tryin' to catch my breath
When we were rockin' tonight
I thought that we were gonna rock to death
But what's that in your eyes?
I'm no longer paralyzed
Here we go again
Crawlin', you come crawling to me
I go crawling to you
We come crawling
You come crawling to me
I go crawling to you
Your hair is tangled and your lipstick is gone
You're stretched out, calling my name
With just your high heels on
We hunt each other on our hands and our knees
Well I'm an alley cat
And you're a hot little Siamese
But what's that in your eyes?
I'm no longer paralyzed
Here we go again
Crawlin', you come crawling to me
I go crawling to you
We come crawling
You come crawling to me
I go crawling to you
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