High on hor­ror

The Star Malaysia - Star2 - - MUSIC - By Steven Pa­trick en­ter­tain­ment@thes­tar.com.my

Vet­eran rocker alice cooper hasn’t lost the taste for the macabre as wit­nessed in Sin­ga­pore last week. if it crossed the road to get into the con­cert venue? That would an­swer an age-old rid­dle.)

Cooper picked up the chicken and threw it over the crowd, ex­pect­ing the chicken to fly away. (oK, let’s cut him some slack here, he’s a rocker not a farmer!)

To his dis­may, it dropped into the au­di­ence, who re­port­edly tore it to pieces. He main­tained it was an ac­ci­dent. But chicken in­ci­dents aside, Cooper’s taste for the macabre still re­mains and makes one hell of a hard-rock show, four decades on.

Cooper brought his “psy­cho cir­cus” to the The Coli­seum at Sen­tosa’s Re­sorts World in Sin­ga­pore on oct 5.

The per­for­mance was part of the No More Mr Nice Guy tour held to pro­mote the re­lease of his al­bum Wel­come 2 My Night­mare.

In typ­i­cal Cooper fash­ion, the stage had two man­nequins hang­ing by nooses in the back­ground while Aus­tralian fe­male gui­tar prodigy ori­anthi Pana­garis, bassist Chuck Gar­ric, gui­tarists Tommy Hen­rik­sen and Steve Hunter, and drum­mer Glen So­bel pro­vided the sound­track to his elab­o­rate rock night­mare.

Through­out the near-two-hour show (all 22 songs!), Cooper be­haved like the high priest of dark­ness rather than a rock star, work­ing the stage like a pan­ther about to leap on its prey.

He sported a 1970s rocker hair-do and pushed rock’s histri­on­ics to the max, bran­dish­ing swords at the au­di­ences and chang­ing cos­tumes reg­u­larly.

It was a crowd-pleas­ing set with only I’ll Bite Your Face Off lifted from the new al­bum

You can’t tell us that Alice Cooper doesn’t have is­sues ... 63 years on this planet and the man still wears smudged make-up, has a wo­man’s name and guil­lotines him­self on stage.

He even in­cor­po­rates snakes and hang­man’s nooses into his shows. Not ex­actly what you’d ex­pect from the son of a preacher man from Ari­zona, united States.

You would think at his ripe age, he’d come out in a smokin’ jacket, have cropped hair and do Si­na­tra cov­ers. But then again, Cooper was never your av­er­age rocker.

For the unini­ti­ated, Cooper was like the Mar­i­lyn Man­son of his day, only Cooper could write songs and didn’t give God such a hard time.

Cooper was born Vin­cent Da­mon Furnier and wrote “up-yours”, rab­ble-rais­ing teenage an­thems like I’m Eigh­teen and School’s Out in the 1970s. He even trou­bled the charts in the late 1980s briefly with the Bon Jovi-es­que Poi­son. Through­out his ca­reer, he has main­tained a loyal fol­low­ing due to his sense of the the­atri­cal.

While KISS breathed fire and sup­pos­edly cut their tongues on­stage, Cooper did a va­ri­ety of deca­dent acts when per­form­ing … in­clud­ing sev­er­ing the heads of baby dolls and re­gretably, an ac­ci­dent with a chicken.

This “Chicken In­ci­dent” hap­pened in Toronto, Canada in 1969 when an un­for­tu­nate chicken some­how found its way onto the stage dur­ing Cooper’s per­for­mance. (Won­der while clas­sics like Un­der My Wheels, Bil­lion Dol­lar Ba­bies, No More Mr Nice Guy, Is It My Body, Mus­cle Of Love and Only Women Bleed were front­loaded in the setlist for max­i­mum im­pact.

He be­came Dr Franken­stein in cos­tume for Feed My Franken­stein, a spi­der for Black Widow and a ring­mas­ter for the en­core, Elected.

He scowled his way through the set while the band gave a high-oc­tane per­for­mance that pro­vided Sin­ga­pore with the Alice Cooper ex­pe­ri­ence for the first time.

Rock’s very own Vin­cent Price did not say

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