A highly talked-about album like the long and naughty skirts of some ambiguous characters, TRASH still generates in its listeners (and buyers) a flood of sincere and ambivalent emotions and reflections.
Poison is a dog-catcher, impossible to resist! Wouldn't you shield your dachshund Charlie from such a misdeed at any cost? If you just skim through the song, you quickly reach Spark in the Dark and every thought laced with mischievous irony turns into action, so that the "split in the dark" doesn't just represent a crude anatomical reference but a fine choral ditty. The Socratic group forms and churns out with House of Fire, but it is with Bed of Nails that the blunder for a much-desired and labored specialization (musical, obviously!) arrives. The best don't always win, one could say with verve...
Hell is Living without You is the true revelation of the album. Only by listening to it and fully savoring every minute detail and nuance can one banish from the mind the sinful Bon Jovi-like thought. When you hold I'm your Gun in your hands, you can feel that strange sentiment of omnipotence but REFLECT! I am your gun, with both safety and trigger. Isn't this also part of life's oddities?
The truth is that the skirt is indeed long and naughty, but one must have great courage to lift it and take full responsibility.
Alice Cooper at least tries.
"Trash is the album with which Alice Cooper definitively relaunches himself commercially, regaining the (deserved) public success."
"The cocktail works wonderfully, with bursts of irrepressible energy and a truly exquisite propensity for melody."