Originally Published: March 29, 1975
Even by his own standards, Cooper employs the very tackiest of shock tactics here to give us an X-certificate album of ultimate bad taste. It's trash for trash's sake and no one could do it better. Maybe it's the result of all those Budweiser beers he drinks, but Alice has the sleaziest nightmares you ever experienced. They are peopled by black widow spiders, dead women, schizophrenics, and... Vincent Price. It really is sinister, and quite brilliantly put together. As a rock album though it's definitely safe, mainstream music, scoring for its novelty value only. Department of Youth, although included, barely fits the overall concept at all.