{"id":37224,"date":"2001-10-23T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2001-10-23T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/trash\/"},"modified":"2001-10-23T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2001-10-23T00:00:00","slug":"trash","status":"publish","type":"review","link":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/trash\/","title":{"rendered":"Trash"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yup, that&#8217;s exactly what this album is, trash.<\/p>\n<p>My rating for this album will probably surprise a few people,<br \/>\nbut to me this is the worst album of Alice Cooper&#8217;s career. I<br \/>\nassume that after panicking due to a lacklustre commercial response<br \/>\nto the previous two comeback albums (the woeful<br \/>\n<i>Constrictor<\/i> and the laughable<br \/>\n<i>Raise Your Fist And Yell<\/i>), he decided to get a who&#8217;s-who of<br \/>\nrecord industry big shots to meticulously craft a &#8220;perfect&#8221;<br \/>\ncomeback album which could not fail to ignite sales.<\/p>\n<p>Oh,<br \/>\n<i>Trash<\/i> was very successful in that sense&#8230;upon its release<br \/>\nin 1989, I believe it became one of the best selling Alice Cooper<br \/>\nrecords ever, if not the best, but not because of superb<br \/>\nsongwriting&#8230;almost all of the songs are soul-less, middle of the<br \/>\nroad obvious attempts at commercial success rather than trying to<br \/>\nsay something interesting. Except for &#8220;Poison&#8221;, which admittedly is<br \/>\na good song, the rest of the material is utter lowest common<br \/>\ndenominator, safe, gut wrenchingly nauseating, standard 80&#8217;s<br \/>\nmainstream pop metal shlock. A completely overproduced turd.<\/p>\n<p>Ironically, after many lyrical tales and stories on excellent<br \/>\npast albums about going to hell, selling your soul, and other stuff<br \/>\nalong those lines, Alice sold himself out to get a big hit again.<br \/>\nThe whole thing sounds like Alice told renowned predictable<br \/>\ncorporate rock hit-maker extraordinaire Desmond Child (who also<br \/>\nproduced the album into the slickly polished quagmire that it is)<br \/>\nand his fellow pencil pushing big wigs to give him a hit album,<br \/>\nwhich they created, and then had him come in and sing what they<br \/>\ntold him to.<\/p>\n<p>It feels like Alice had very little input in the creative<br \/>\nprocess at all&#8230;during his classic period, he never stooped to the<br \/>\ntotal low brow lyrics and subject matter, like stupid infatuations,<br \/>\nsex and mindless sleaze from the perspective of a twelve year old,<br \/>\nand even had the gall to try to sound serious doing it in a slew of<br \/>\nhorrible Bon Jovi\/80&#8217;s Aerosmith style power ballads and tame rock<br \/>\nsongs that this album is awash in&#8230;the style doesn&#8217;t suit Alice<br \/>\none iota. He sounds completely out of place. And guess what boys<br \/>\nand girls! Take one guess as to who makes a guest appearance on<br \/>\nthis album! Vincent Price? Oh no, now that would be much too<br \/>\nfrightening and might hurt potential sales&#8230;no no, it&#8217;s none other<br \/>\nthan Bon Jovi and Aerosmith! *applause*&#8230;.yah right, this<br \/>\nabomination sounds more like a Bon Jovi or Aerosmith album with<br \/>\nAlice doing guest vocals, than as an Alice Cooper album.<\/p>\n<p>What a triumph for marketing though&#8230;but then again, people in<br \/>\ngeneral are stupid sheep who will buy anything that is considered<br \/>\n&#8220;in&#8221; or &#8220;trendy&#8221;, which are things that are totally determined by<br \/>\nlarge record companys&#8217; in-your-face propaganda&#8230; like mindless<br \/>\ncattle they will flock to whatever they see advertised or what they<br \/>\nmight hear things about, especially if they think that owning the<br \/>\nparticular album in question will make them popular. How sick.<\/p>\n<p>So, after that bitter little tangent, my summary is this:<br \/>\n&#8220;Poison&#8221; is the only good song contained on the fittingly titled<br \/>\n<i>Trash<\/i>, and the rest is complete filler that doesn&#8217;t have,<br \/>\neven for a second, not even a hint of any of the qualities which<br \/>\nmade Alice Cooper the genius that he was with his endless talent<br \/>\nfor being insightful, intelligent, humourous, and scary, often at<br \/>\nthe same time, in the past.<\/p>\n<p>Who is this guy? I don&#8217;t know this Alice, and I don&#8217;t even think<\/p>\n<p><i>Alice<\/i> knows the Alice on here, because the only recognition<br \/>\nhe ever gives this disc during his live shows these days is by<br \/>\nplaying &#8220;Poison&#8221; and nothing else, while he still perfoms virtually<br \/>\nall of the material from albums that are almost twenty years older<br \/>\nthan<br \/>\n<i>Trash<\/i>. Believe me, that speaks volumes in itself.<\/p>\n<p>When I listen to this, I have a vision of an assembly line of<br \/>\npop metal cd&#8217;s flying past on a factory conveyor belt in 1989, with<br \/>\neach disc containing the identical music, but the manufacturer<br \/>\nwould get labels randomly alternating between Bon Jovi, Aerosmith,<br \/>\nAlice Cooper, etc.<\/p>\n<p>The album is completely devoid of soul from one of rock&#8217;s most<br \/>\nsoulful songwriters. This is not Alice Cooper in my opinion&#8230;this<br \/>\nis disposable pop metal that hilariously enough sounds more dated<br \/>\nthan anything he recorded in the 70&#8217;s. So, it may have sold several<br \/>\nmillion trendy copies, but it sure as hell didn&#8217;t yield any<br \/>\nclassics or fan favourites for his glorious resume. Hands down the<br \/>\nworst album of his illustrious career, and along with<br \/>\n<i>Constrictor<\/i> perhaps the only one I would be embarrassed to<br \/>\nplay in front of anybody.<\/p>\n<p>However, I admit that I don&#8217;t really blame him for going this<br \/>\nroute because he hadn&#8217;t had a successful album in over a decade by<br \/>\n1989, and I&#8217;m sure he didn&#8217;t want to wind up trying to make ends<br \/>\nmeet at age 65 by playing dingy bars in Topeka to five drunks and a<br \/>\npoodle. That having been said, the album was clearly designed in a<br \/>\nvery shrewd and calculating manner as a one shot gimmick with its<br \/>\novertly dumbed-down approach and radio friendly syrupy pop hooks to<br \/>\nappeal to horny teenagers in the late 80&#8217;s&#8230;so, unless you were<br \/>\none of those horny airheaded teens in the late 80&#8217;s who subscribed<br \/>\nto this tripe, chances are you won&#8217;t find much to like about this<br \/>\nlyrically vapid, bottom-of-the-barrel scraping joke. Man, at least<br \/>\n<i>Raise Your Fist And Yell<\/i> was funny. Fans of Alice&#8217;s harder,<br \/>\nedgier, intelligent work will loathe this conforming empty<br \/>\nschlock.<\/p>\n<p>At the risk of sounding redundant, I&#8217;m just so carried away that<br \/>\nI feel I must recap my thoughts in order to effectively hammer home<br \/>\nthe point: This is Alice Cooper&#8217;s worst album hands down because<br \/>\nit&#8217;s simply not an Alice Cooper album; it&#8217;s an album crafted from a<br \/>\ncookie cutter mold by a big corporation according to the purely<br \/>\ncurrent trend of that time. I can totally understand why this<br \/>\nshitlog was so popular at the time, but it&#8217;s also painfully obvious<br \/>\nwhy real Cooper fans have disowned it. Gives a totally false<br \/>\nimpression of an otherwise brilliant artist. An insult to all Coop<br \/>\nfans. Offensively bad.<\/p>\n<p>There, I believe the record is set straight that this is his<br \/>\ndarkest hour and that nobody should own it. I start to tremble and<br \/>\nbreak out in sweat everytime I think what a shocking amount of<br \/>\npeople not just consider this to be a good album, but actually have<br \/>\nthat magical level of stupidity that they think this is one of his<br \/>\nbest works.<\/p>\n<p>Sheesh&#8230;welcome to MY nightmare indeed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":29,"featured_media":26014,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"tags":[],"artist":[5676],"rating":[5620],"class_list":["post-37224","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-alice-cooper","rating-rating-f"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37224","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/review"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/29"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37224"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37224\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/26014"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37224"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37224"},{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=37224"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=37224"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}