From the minute the curtain drops, Vincent Furnier ceases to exist. In his place, Alice Cooper stalks the Earth. Alice, a man in his 60s remember, is a constant source of energy, prowling, snarling, baiting the audience. Hardly ever without a cane, a whip, or a sword in his leather clad hands, he energises the band around him. They feed off his leads and theatrics, making this more than a rock show – it’s an event. View full article »
