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Alice Cooper: Dirty Diamonds

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: New West Records
Released: 2005.06.04
Time:
 46:46
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Steve Lindsey & Rick Boston
Rating: *******... (7/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.alicecooper.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2011
Price in €: 1,00





 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Woman of Mass Distraction (A.Cooper/D.Johnson/R.Roxie/Ch.Garric/R.Boston) - 3:59
[2] Perfect (A.Cooper/D.Johnson/R.Roxie) – 3:30
[3] You Make Me Wanna (A.Cooper/R.Roxie/Ch.Garric/R.Boston) – 3:30
[4] Dirty Diamonds (A.Cooper/D.Johnson/Ch.Garric/R.Boston) – 4:02
[5] The Saga of Jesse Jane (A.Cooper/R.Roxie) – 4:15
[6] Sunset Babies [All Got Rabies] (Cooper/D.Johnson/R.Roxie) – 3:28
[7] Pretty Ballerina (M.Brown) – 3:01
[8] Run Down the Devil (A.Cooper/M.Hudson/M.Elizondo/B.Hughes) – 3:29
[9] Steal That Car (Cooper/D.Johnson/R.Roxie/Ch.Garric) – 3:16
[10] Six Hours (A.Cooper/R.Roxie) – 3:24
[11] Your Own Worst Enemy (A.Cooper/R.Roxie) – 2:15
[12] Zombie Dance (A.Cooper/R.Roxie/R.Boston) – 4:27

Bonus tracks:
[13] Stand [All releases] (A.Cooper/R.Boston/B.Benenate/Xzibit) – 4:04
[14] The Sharpest Pain (A.Cooper/R.Roxie) [Russian and Australian releases] - 3:59

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Alice Cooper - Vocals, Harmonica
Rick Boston - Bass, Composer, Engineer, 12 String & Acoustic Guitar, Horn Arrangements, Producer
Chuck Garric - Bass, Composer, Guitar, Bass Guitar, Background Vocals
Steve Lindsey - Guitar, Horn Arrangements, Keyboards, Moog Bass, Moog Synthesizer, Organ, Piano, Producer, Shaker, String Ensemble, Tambourine
Ryan Roxie - Composer, Guitar, Guitars, Background Vocals
Damon Johnson - Bass, Composer, Guitar, Bass Guitar, Guitars, Background Vocals

Xzibit - Composer, Rap

Jim Cox - Keyboards
Tommy Cufetos - Drums, Background Vocals
Teddy "ZigZag" Andreadis - Organ, Piano
Bridget Benenate - Composer, Background Vocals
Lenny Castro - Percussion, Tambourine
Mike Elizondo - Bass, Composer, Guitar
Tony Gilkyson - Electric Guitar
Mark Hollingsworth - Flute, Saxophone
John "4 Daddman" Robinson - Drums
Chris Tedesco - Trumpet
Lyle Workman - Guitar

Peggi Blu - Background Vocals
Dinah Englund - Background Vocals
Mark Hudson - Composer, Vocal Arrangement, Background Vocals
Mark Lennon - Background Vocals
Edna Wright - Background Vocals

Gabe Veltri - Audio Engineer, Engineer
Adam Hawkins - Audio Engineer, Engineer
Anthony Lee - Assistant Engineer
Daniel Lee - Assistant Engineer
Tyler Hewitt - Assistant Engineer
Katherine Delaney - Art Direction, Design
Dave Way - Mixing
Gavin Lurssen - Mastering
Curtis Evans - Logo, Logo Design
Mando Gonzales - Photography
Shep Gordon - Management
Daniel Lenz - Loop, Synthesizer
Toby B. Mamis - Management
Brian Nelson - Assistant
Katrina Plam - Project Coordinator
Steve N' Rick - Audio Production
Benji Hughes - Composer

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


2005 CD New West
2005 CD Eagle Records / Spitfire Records
2010 CD Armoury Records
2011 LP Rock Classics

Dirty Diamonds is the 24th studio album by Alice Cooper, released on July 4, 2005 internationally, and August 2 in the US. The album peaked on Billboard's "Top Independent Albums" chart at #17, and the Billboard 200 album chart at #169 - Cooper's highest charting album since The Last Temptation, 11 years prior.



When the big fat advances from big fat record companies dried up, Alice Cooper pared down his sound and came to terms with his inner garage on the nearly overdubless The Eyes of Alice Cooper. The album was worthy redemption from the big-money blandness of his mid-'80s recordings and a nice return to form after flirting with the industrial-flavored metal that defined his late-'90s material. Dirty Diamonds stays the course, and while it's not Killer or Love It to Death, it at least sounds like it's from the guy who was responsible for those classics. Fortunately, Alice is well aware of his age, and without teen angst as his focus, he turns to hedonism, sexy women, and sly, sicko humor played bar band style by one of the tightest crews he's ever fronted. Delivered in an exaggerated Johnny Cash style, "I'm in jail in a Texas town/In my sister's wedding gown" opens the bizarre "The Saga of Jesse Jane," a tale of a trucker who drives his rig all night listening to Judy Garland. It's inspired, as is the cover of the Left Banke's "Pretty Ballerina" (harpsichord, flute, and all), the reckless party tune "Steal That Car," and the slinking "Six Hours," which smells a lot like Cooper during his Bob Ezrin heyday until the dramatic bridge comes along and makes the likeness uncanny. The album is filled with surprises, but recalling his Flush the Fashion era with the robotic snarl on "Your Own Worst Enemy" takes the cake for Cooper fanatics. The catchy "Perfect" is a worthy single and the filler is clearly marked "bonus track." Ending the album with the Southern-fried, horror show "Zombie Dance" would have made more sense, since "Stand" with rapper Xzibit -- lifted from Unity: The Official Athens 2004 Olympic Games Album -- is silly and forced. Those are traits the rest of this fine album avoids like they were poison, or for that matter, "Poison."

David Jeffries - All Music Guide



Everyone knows who Alice Cooper is. "That's the bloke who did School's Out, right?". Yeah, and to the equally ignorant, Motorhead are just that band that did Ace of Spades too. But we're talking more than that. Alice is, and has been for a long time, one of the most underrated and versatile songwriters in hard rock.

This man's ability to pen a good song in any style is almost unparalleled. Alice's music isn't just about tongue-in-cheek rockers like Feed My Frankenstein, or the big hits like Poison. It's not even just about rock all of the time, as this album quite readily demonstrates.

Alice, as most know, rarely stays the same from album to album. There was that patch in the late 80s/early 90s with the albums Constrictor, Raise Your Fist And Yell, Trash and Hey Stoopid where he seemed to aim exclusively at the stadium rock side of things, but otherwise, never two albums alike. He has, however, generally stuck to one style or sound on an album. If he was making a heavy metal album, all the songs were metal songs, including the ballad. If he was making an atmospheric album, like Welcome To My Nightmare, all the songs fit the bill. With Dirty Diamonds Alice is mixing it up a little, taking in a multitude of different styles and sounds on the one album, all tied together with Alice's trademark snarl. That never changes at least.

While some of the songs are classic 70s Coop' (something he tried to achieve on previous album The Eyes of Alice Cooper), like Woman of Mass Distraction and Perfect, there are plenty of other styles to keep you on your toes. For example, the title track comes across almost like a Queens of The Stone Age song, while Sunset Babies (All Got Rabies) sounds a bit like the Rolling Stones. There's even a hip hop crossover track in Stand, which has the funkiest bass line you've ever heard on an Alice record and a guest appearance by Xzibit. And for the classic Alice comedy, check out The Saga of Jesse Jane, where Alice adopts his trusty Elvis voice and sings about a cross-dressing hillbilly truck driver. The funniest Coop' song since Thrill My Gorilla.

This is one of those albums where everyone who listens to it will pick a different standout track. Being a fan of the heavier side of Alice Cooper, Run Down The Devil is easily my favourite, but Stand is a close second, and with a disc that is as varied as this without compromising the quality, I'd challenge all but the modest ardent drum 'n' bass/trance fan to not find something to like on here.

Andy Lye
© 2002-2012 Jukebox:Metal



Although he never really left, it only felt that way because much of Alice Cooper’s 80s and 90s output has been, to be kind, forgettable. Hard rock fans were put off by the turn towards frigid techno and all but gone by Cooper’s slash and burn metal years.

2005’s return to the stinging hard rock that put him on the map is a welcome look back in anger. Kicking off with the gritty, driving guitars and snappy lyrical twists of "Woman of Mass Distraction," Cooper’s sleazy voice sounds as robust and distinctive as it did three decades ago. Riff happy nitroburners such as "Steal that Car," "Your Own Worst Enemy" and especially the "Under My Wheels" licks of "You Make Me Wanna" show that Cooper, now pushing 60, still has plenty of gas in the tank. A lovely, entirely non-ironic cover of The Left Banke’s "Pretty Ballerina," complete with harpsichord and string section, proves that Cooper hasn’t lost his touch with "Only Woman Bleed" style ballads either.

Dirty Diamonds, with it’s unnecessary nod to hip-hop ("Stand") and weak stab at country ("The Saga of Jesse Jane"), won’t knock classics such as School’s Out, Billion Dollar Babies and Love it to Death from their well-deserved perch as archetypal blueprints of Cooper’s Halloween-styled gutsy rocking. Yet, at its best, the raw guitars and tightly arranged songs refreshingly recapture the brash attack and dark humor of his glory years.

Hal Horowitz - Amazon.com

 

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Woman Of Mass Distraction

I'm a shock-rock romeo
I like to leave 'em shattered
Oh, I can love 'em and leave 'em
It doesn't really matter

I never met my match
Until I met that lady
She hooked me
She cooked me
She practically filleted me

Some girls try and get you in bed
Some girls are like a kick in the head
Some girls make you wish you were dead
Some girls make you blue when you should be seeing red

She's a woman
Some kind of woman
I got a woman
A woman of mass distraction

The first time I saw her
She said she wants to date me
The next time I come back she tried to castrate me

Some girls try and get you in bed
Some girls are like a kick in the head
Some girls make you wish you were dead
Some girls make you blue when you should be seeing red

She's a woman
Some kind of woman
I got a woman
A woman of mass distraction

She's a woman
Some kind of woman
I got a woman
She's a woman
She's a woman
Some kind of woman
She's a woman
Some kind of woman


You Make Me Wanna

You're the star
You're the face
You got the look that I can't erase
You look the world right in the eye
Stare 'em down baby, make 'em cry

Well I know it don't make much sense
I'm in love with your innocence
What you got what I need
You took my breath
Now let me breathe
What you got what I need
I follow where you lead

You make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Yeah, you know you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Yeah, I think I gotta
Woo-hoo-hoo

You're the bomb
I'm the fuse
Light me up and turn me loose
You shake me up when you walk by
My heart is beatin' and my mouth is dry

Well I know it don't make much sense
But I'm in love with your innocence
What you got what i need
You took my breath
Now let me breathe
What you got what I need
I follow where you lead

You make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
You know you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Yeah, I think I gotta
Woo-hoo-hoo

Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo

What you got what I need
You took my breath
Now let me breathe
What you got what I need
I follow where you lead

You make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
You know you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo

What you got
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, i got to
Woo-hoo-hoo
What you got
yeah yeah yeah
woo-hoo-hoo
What you got
What you got
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo


Perfect

She's an overnight sensation
In the mirror on her wall
She gets a standing ovation
At every shower curtain call

And she becomes a pop star
In the safety of her car
And then she falls to pieces
At the karaoke bar

And she's perfect
Until the lights go on
And then it all goes wrong
'Cause now she's not so perfect

She can shake it just like J-Lo
When the bedroom lights go down
But when she hits the dance floor
She's a hip-hop hippo clown

She's perfect
Until the lights go on
And then it all goes wrong
'Cause now she's not so perfect

She's perfect
She's so fine
She's so wonderful
In the arena of her mind

She's not perfect
She's all mine
She can't sing or dance
She ain't got a chance
But baby, I don't mind

She's perfect
Oh, she's perfect
Ah, she's so perfect
You know, she's so perfect
Ah, ah, ah

Sing baby
Dance, dance, dance
You got it
Shake it down
Oh, that's bad
That's bad
I love you baby
That's just awful
You got it
You got it


Dirty Diamonds

It looked so good, your perfect plan
You had to get greedy to be the man
Now you're holding the bag, paying the price
Gonna get burned by the heat of the ice

Dirty diamonds

You rolled the dice, you bet your life
You put your trust in your trophy wife
Got stabbed in the back in the blink of an eye
She's in bed with the boys and the FBI

Dirty Diamonds
Blood soaked money in your shakin' fist
Dirty diamonds
Stone cold killers and you're on their list
Ah, ah oh yeah

You're tied to a chair witha gun at your head
Your face is all smeared with the blood that's been shed
You were gonna be rich
Now you're gonna be dead
And all that glitters turns to lead

Dirty Diamonds
Blood soaked money in your shakin' fist
Dirty diamonds
Stone cold killers and you're on their list

Dirty Diamonds
Blood soaked money in your shakin' fist
Dirty diamonds
Stone cold killers and you're on their list

Dirty Diamonds

Diamonds don't cheat
Diamonds don't lie
Diamonds are forever
Diamonds never die

Dirty Diamonds
Blood soaked money in your shakin' fist
Dirty diamonds
Stone cold killers and you're on their list

Dirty Diamonds
Blood soaked money in your shakin' fist
Dirty diamonds
Stone cold killers and you're on their list

Run for your life, you can't hide
Can't you hear 'em coming
You're gonna die
You better run for your life, you can't hide
Can't you hear 'em coming
You're gonna die
You better run for your life, you can't hide
Can't you hear 'em coming
You're gonna die
You better run for your life, you can't hide
Can't you hear 'em coming
You're gonna die


Pretty Ballerina

I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair was so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
And then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, no not at all

I called her yesterday
It should have been tomorrow
I couldn't keep
The joy that was inside
I begged for her to tell me
If she really loved me
Somewhere a mountain is moving
Afraid it's moving without me

I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
And then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, no not at all

And when I wake up on a dreary Sunday morning
I open up my eyes to find there's rain
And something strange within said
"Go ahead and find her
Just close your eyes, yeah
Just close your eyes and she'll be there"

She'll be there...
She'll be there...
She'll be there...
She'll be there...
She's there, she's there
Ah, she's there
Ah, she's there


Sunset Babies (All Got Rabies)

They're running in packs on a saturday night
They got their own bark and they got their own bite
Waitin' in line I can't wait no more... No
Slip right in, get kicked out the back door

I don't know
If it's possible to tame one
I don`t know
If she'll follow me home
I don't know
What it is about her

Sunset babies all got rabies
Sunset babies all got rabies
Got my shot...

They got a sixth sense, they know why you're here
They can smell the fear thru the smoke and the beer
They're a vicious breed and they just don't care
You think you're in but you're getting nowhere

I don't know
If it's safe to pet one
I don`t know
To go for my throat
I don't know
What it is about them

Sunset babies all got rabies
Sunset babies all got rabies
And I'd buy her a diamond collar, if she'd only throw me a bone
Here I am alone...

Sunset babies all got rabies
Sunset babies all got rabies
Got my shot...

And she's supposed to be a mans best friend
Why she play around
Now I gotta put that old girl down


Zombie Dance

Walkin' through the tombstones
Go there everyday
Stood damn still I got a chill
Someone walked across my grave

Stroll across the killing fields
In the middle of the night
Walked across the fire
In the cold moon light

Black cat crossed my pathway
Winks her juju eye
Cross myself and kiss this world goodbye

Nights alive with music
Puts me in a trance
Sneak up on the bonfire
Watch the zombies dance

My tongue is hot and burnin'
When I try to speak
Spirit is so willing
My flesh is gettin' weak
Yeah, it's gettin' weak

Now I ain't superstitious
Don't roll no juju bones
Someone calls in the middle of the night
And no one's on the phone

Black cat crossed my pathway
Winks her juju eye
I crossed myself and kiss this world goodbye

I ain't superstitious
Don't roll no voodoo bones
Someone calls in the middle of the night
No ones on the phone

Nights alive with music
Nights alive with music


The Saga Of Jesse Jane

I'm in jail in a Texas town
In my sister's wedding gown
I drive a truck all night long
Listening to Judy Garland songs

Now I'm locked behind bars of steel
I was just looking for a happy meal
I park my rig and I went inside
They've never seen such a pretty bride

Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a normal guy
Who dresses like a butterfly
Jesse Jane

I paid my bill and I turned around
Facing every red neck in that one horse town
His face was red. His fist was clenched
He threw his coke and he got me drenched

Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just an average Joe
Looking for a fashion show
Jesse Jane

Well, I guess that was the final straw
I pulled a pistol from my Wonderbra
I killed him dead. I killed 'em all
And they finally caugh me in the bathroom stall

And now I'm doing ten to life
But I'll tell you one thing, Bubba
Someday I'm gonna make someone in here
A hell of a wife

Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a average guy
Who dresses like a butterfly
Jesse Jane

Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a Peter Pan
Looking for his Neverland
Jesse Jane


Six Hours

There's only six hours
Left in the day
Time is so precious
And it's slipping away

Got no destination
Got no place to go
And being with you
Is all that I know

Put your head on my pillow
We're finally alone
Wash the dust from your hair now
I don't care if you ever get home

There's only six hours
How quickly it goes
In this sacred place
Our secret is safe, nobody knows

Put your head on my pillow
We're finally alone
Wash the dust form your hair now
I don't care if you ever get home
Wash the dust form your hair now
I don't care if you ever get home


Steal That Car

It just ain't fair I was put in that position
Somebody left their keys in the ignition
I saw the unlocked door and made my decision
I just can't help myself

Everybody knows
I'm gonna steal that car
My reputation shows
I'm gonna steal that car
I did some time in '99
I'll do some time again
Everybody knows
I'm gonna steal that car

I don't get bored with a Chevy or Ford
With a V8 enginee and a 4 on the floor
And a naughty Maserati can't be ignored
I just can't help myself

Everybody knows
I'm gonna steal that car
My reputation shows
I'm gonna steal that car
I did some time in '99
I'll do some time again
Everybody knows
I'm gonna steal that car

Everybody knows
I'm gonna steal that car
My reputation grows
I'm gonna steal that car
I did some time in '99
I'll do some time again
Everybody knows
I'm gonna steal that car My reputation shows
Steal that car
Steal that car
Steal that car
Steal it, steal it, steal it
Steal it, steal it, steal it
Steal it, steal it, steal it
Car, I want that car.
I want that car
I want that car


Run Down The Devil

It's twelve o'clock in the mornin'
While everybody is sleepin'
I want him dead in my head lights
Cuz in the shadow he's creepin'

Drive on down to lonely street
He's always waiting there for me
Run down the devil, run the devil down
Run down the devil, run him down, down, down
Run down the devil, run the devil down
Run down the devil, run him down, down, down

I want to take him to the Mercury grill
I hope he's ready for the big blast
He'll be my ultimate road kill
I'll kick his future up his past

I'll send him back to hell alright
The world can sleep in peace tonight
Run down the devil, run the devil down
Run down the devil, run him down, down, down
Run down the devil, run the devil down
Run down the devil, run him down, down, down

Everybody's gotta hold him down
Can't let Beelzebaby back in town
Run down the devil, run the devil down
Run down the devil, run him down, down, down
Run down the devil, run
Run down the devil, run him down, down, down
Run down the devil, run the devil down
Run down the devil, run him down, down, down
Run down the devil, run
Run down the devil, run him down, down, down


Your Own Worst Enemy

You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe

You get up every morning on the wrong side of the bed
You butter your hand instead of the bread
Drink enough coffee to wake the dead.

You're doing 85 and the light is turning red
The judge took your license and forbid you to drive
And your heart is pumping bacon and you're barely alive

You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe
You're at war with yourself and nobody else
You're a danger. You're a danger

You trip on your shoelace and fall on your face
Your hair is a mess, your clothes a disgrace
Your stocks went south and your girlfriend is gay
Your dog ate your cat and that was your good day

You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe
You're at war with yourself and nobody else
You're a danger

You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe
You're at war with yourself and nobody else
You're a danger. You're a danger
To every stranger
You're a mess
Yes, yes


The Sharpest Pain (Bonus)

Hurting me
Seems to be
Your passion

Misery
Is certainly
Your style

I'm like a kid in a candy store
I'm on my knees 'til i lick the floor
Can't stand to look at your face
But i'm burning for more

Sharpest pain
The ugly scar
The deepest cut
Is what you are

The burning sting
Is what you bring
And you remain
The sharpest pain

You're the star
In your own sad story
I'm just a toy
You can drag around

You're about as sick as you can be
A twisted abnormality
I don't want to be your first fatality

Sharpest pain
The ugly scar
The deepest cut
Is what you are

The burning sting
Is what you bring
And you remain
The sharpest pain

Though your never ever funny
I just gotta laugh out loud
Cuz you keep me in stitches
Until the last thread of decency runs out

Sharpest pain
The ugly scar
The deepest cut
Is what you are

The burning sting
Is what you bring
And you remain
The sharpest pain

Sharpest pain
The ugly scar
The deepest cut
Is what you are

The burning sting
Is what you bring
And you remain
The sharpest pain

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