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Alice Cooper: Raise Your Fist and Yell

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: MCA Records
Released: 1987
Time:
 37:01
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: ******.... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.alicecooper.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2008.08.29
Price in €: 5,01



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Freedom (A.Cooper/K.Roberts) - 4:09
[2] Lock Me Up (A.Cooper/K.Roberts) - 3:25
[3] Give the Radio Back (A.Cooper/K.Roberts) - 3:34
[4] Step on You (A.Cooper/K.Roberts) - 3:39
[5] Not That Kind of Love (A.Cooper/K.Roberts) - 3:15
[6] Prince of Darkness (A.Cooper/K.Roberts) - 5:10
[7] Time to Kill (A.Cooper/K.Roberts) - 3:38
[8] Chop, Chop, Chop (A.Cooper/K.Roberts) - 3:06
[9] Gail (A.Cooper/K.Roberts/K.Winger) - 2:30
[10] Roses on White Lace (A.Cooper/K.Roberts) - 4:29

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Alice Cooper - Arranger, Vocals

Kane Roberts - Guitar, Arranger, Background Vocals
Kip Winger - Bass Guitar, Keyboards, Background Vocals
Paul Horowitz - Keyboards
Ken Mary - Drums

Michael Wagener - Producer, Engineer, Mixing
Garth Richardson - Additional Engineer
Stephen Marcussen - Mastering
Airic Brumitt - Prop Design
Shep Gordon - Management
Toby B. Mamis - Management
Kevin L. Spinney - Back Cover
Jim Warren - Cover Illustration


 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s

1987 CD MCA MCAD-42091
1987 LP MCA 3392
1987 CS MCA MCAC-42091
1990 CD MCA 42091
1999 CD IMS 8133922

Alice Cooper mounted a successful comeback in 1986 with hisCONSTRICTOR album and tour, which showed that Cooper's extended hiatus from the stage hadn't dulled his shocking theatrics in the slightest. A follow-up album was issued almost exactly one year later, RAISE YOUR FIST AND YELL, which was very similar in sound and approach to its predecessor. Dokken/Stryper producer Michael Wagener lends a pop sheen to Cooper's trademark macabre metal. Muscle-bound guitarist Kane Roberts again collaborates with Alice on all of the tracks, while future Winger leader, Kip Winger, joined the pair in penning the ghostly ballad, "Gail". The album-opening rocker, "Freedom", is a slam against the P.M.R.C. (a group that successfully got warning stickers placed on albums it deemed controversial), while "Roses on White Lace", "Chop, Chop, Chop", and "Prince of Darkness" proved to be standouts as well.



Mitte der Achtziger war der gute alte Horror-Alice wieder da. Mit seinem famosen Comeback-Album Constrictor ('86) hatte er die Hardrock-Gemeinde wieder für sich gewinnen können, und auch Raise Your Fist And Yell ('87) rockt schön heftig drauflos. Der Opener "Freedom" ist ein fetter Groover mit bombastischem Refrain, und auch Nummern wie der straighte Rocker "Prince Of Darkness" besitzen all jene Heavy-Trademarks, die man bei Cooper so lange vermisst hatte. Hauptverantwortlich für die neue Härte ist neben dem von seiner Alkoholsucht geheilten Bandleader seine hochkarätige Hintermannschaft, in der unter anderem Gitarrenriese/Songwriter Kane Roberts, Winger-Mastermind Kip Winger und Ex-Fifth-Angel-Drummer Ken Mary für ordentlich Druck auf den Zylindern sorgen. Endlich klingt die Alice Cooper Band wieder so hart und rebellisch wie in den Siebzigern!

Michael Rensen - Amazon.de



In the mid-'80s, Alice Cooper was able to crawl out of obscurity and rebuild his cult following. Though 1986's Constrictor and the supporting Nightmare Returns tour hardly commanded mainstream attention, the album and tour were his most successful in years, proving Cooper still had enough life to launch a full-fledged comeback. Not even a year after the release of Constrictor, Cooper released Raise Your Fist and Yell, which is more of a return to his dark thematic role than its predecessor. The album is obviously rushed and suffers similar flaws to Constrictor, most notably its large amount of filler. Nonetheless, Cooper manages to sound energetic and charismatic throughout the record as he sings about his three favorite topics: sex, rebellion, and death. "Lock Me Up," "Step on You," and "Not That Kind of Love" are dripping with traditional Cooper sleaze, while "Chop, Chop, Chop" and "Roses on White Lace" seem reminiscent of Cooper's Welcome to My Nightmare days. With Raise Your Fist and Yell, Cooper embraced his past while still managing to sound fun and exciting. All things considered, it still seems surprising that 1989's Trash completely deserted Cooper's menacing, villainous role. After all, Raise Your Fist and Yell, though far from a highlight, showed Cooper was still able to provide both rock anthems and theatrical experiments -- and do it rather well, for that matter.

Barry Weber - All Music Guide
 

 L y r i c s

Freedom

We the people of the United States
In order to form a more perfect union

Stop pretending that you've never been bad
You're never wrong and you've never been dirty
You're such a saint, that ain't the way we see you
You want to rule us with an iron hand
You change the lyrics and become Big Brother
This ain't Russia, you ain't my Dad or Mother
(They never knew anyway)
'Cuz I never walk away from what I know is right
But I'm gonna turn my back on you

Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom, raise your fist and yell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom-ring

You're playing God from your ivory tower
Back off preacher, I don't care if it's Sunday
I ain't no angel, but I never felt better
We're a make-up metal degeneration
We're not as stupid as you want to make us
You better leave us man
'Cuz you sure can't take us
Nobody better tell you how to live your life
You gotta do it on your own

Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom, raise your fist and yell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom-ring

Cuz I never walk away from what I know is right
But I'm gonna turn my back on you

Freedom, we're gonna ring the bell
Freedom to rock, freedom to talk
Freedom, raise your fist and yell
Freedom


Lock Me Up

You have been accused of mass mental cruelty
How do you plead?
Guilty!

Don't wanna be clean
Don't wanna be nice
The whip's gonna crack
My leather is black and so are my eyes
I'm gonna be rough
I'm gonna be mean
I'm here to the end, my sick little friend
I'm back in your dreams
You can take my head and cut it off
But you ain't gonna change my mind

If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Cover your eyes or cover your head
You'll never know what hit you 'til your covered in red
Screaming bloody murder 'til the barricades bend
Sweatin' in the fog 'til the end

It's gotta be loud
I want it to roar
I want it to blow everyone at the show right off of the floor
I'm in for the kill
I'm back with a rage
I want them to write in the paper each night how I bloodied the stage

If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Lock me up or shut up

Cover your eyes or cover your head
You'll never know what hit you 'til your covered in red
Screaming bloody murder 'til the barricades bend
Sweatin' in the lights 'til the end

If you don't like it you can lock me up
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
If you don't like it you can lock me up
I wanna be hot
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
If you don't like it you can lock me up
I wanna be cool
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh,
If you don't like it you can lock me up
I wanna be sick
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh -real sick


Give the Radio Back

Hey teacher, what are you trying to do?
I'm getting tired of livin' in this zoo
You slap me in the face and you knock me down
You beat my head right in to the ground
I've never felt this way before
I can't take it no more

So give the radio back
Yeah, give the radio back
Give the radio back to the maniacs

Well, there's a party going on outside
All my friends got ya terrified
Don't call no cops or the state police
Don't break up this blown out symphony
You think I'm wasting all my precious time
You say my music oughta be a crime

Well, give the radio back
Give the radio back
Yeah, give the radio back to the maniacs
To the maniacs

I never ever felt this way before
Ain't gonna take it no more

Yeah, give the radio
Give the radio back
Give the radio back to the maniacs
To the maniacs
Yeah, give the radio to the maniacs
Give the radio to the maniacs
Give it, give it, give the radio
To the maniacs
The little maniacs, you're all maniacs


Step On You

You're in my way
You crossed my line
You're in my face
You're on my case, you really waste my time.

Don't like your style
Don't like your sound
You talk too much
You got no touch, you drive it in the ground

I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you

Don't like your smile
Don't like your clothes
Don't like your hair
And I don't care about your ruby pierced nose

You push too far
You talk too loud
You stay too long
You're in my song but you ain't in my crowd

I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you

You ruin my day and you're wrecking my night
I'm biting my lips because I'm ready to fight
I'm gonna sharpen my spikes
I'm gonna strap on my boots
I'm gonna squash you on sight
I'm gonna step on you
Step-step-step-step

You ruin my day and you're wrecking my night
I'm biting my lips because I'm ready to fight
I'm gonna sharpen my spikes
I'm gonna strap on my boots
I'm gonna squash you on sight

Don't leave no message on my telephone
Cut right through the bull, right to the bone
The snow in your nose and the crack in your brain
It used to be cool, now it's just insane

I'm gonna step on you
Step-I'm gonna step on you-step
Step!


Not That Kind Of Love

Hello, my little pretty
My, don't we look YUK
Come here!

You spend all day picking out your dress
I like you dirty when your hair is a mess
You smell so sweet walking in the room
You don't have to try so hard to drown me in perfume

Don't cry your heart out
Don't tell your preacher
Don't get ideas, this won't last forever
Just want to touch you
Just want to feel you
Just want to taste you
I never wanted, I never wanted love before
I never wanted, I never wanted love before

Not that kind of love
Not that kind of love
No, it's not that kind of love
It's not that kind of love
No, it's not that kind of love

I don't want know your Dad or Mom
I won't be calling you to go to the prom
If you want to go, some cheap motel
You can pick me up at eight, I'll never tell

Don't cry your heart out
Don't tell your preacher
Don't get ideas, this won't last forever
Just want to touch you
Just want to feel you
Just want to taste you
I never wanted, I never wanted love before
I never wanted, I never wanted love before

Not that kind of love, not that kind of love
Not that kind of love, not that kind of love
No, no, not that kind of love
Not that kind of love, not that kind of love


Prince Of Darkness

An angel fell one stormy night
From Heaven's Glory
He split the earth to reign in Hell
He fears the light
He fears the truth
He fears what's going to be
He spits on life
He spits on God
He spits up death for you and me

Prince of Darkness
Studies the world with hungry eyes
Prince of Darkness
Ready to baptize you in lies
Heart of evil, soul of blackness
Prince of Darkness

He saw that man was just a boy
With a baby's mind
He swore damnation of God's creation
He lives for hate
He lives for tears
He lives up to his name
He knew the light
He knew the one
Who was crucified in pain

Prince of Darkness
Studies the world with hungry eyes
Prince of Darkness
Ready to baptize you in lies
Heart of evil, soul of blackness
Prince of Darkness

He fears the light
He fears the truth
He fears what's going to be
He spits on life
He spits on God
He spits up death for you and me

Prince of Darkness
Studies the world with hungry eyes
Prince of Darkness
Ready to baptize you in lies
Heart of evil, soul of blackness
Prince of Darkness

He smells the breath
Of sweet human sin
And deeply breathes it in
Prince of Darkness


Time To Kill

Well, I was born on a dead end street
I'm cold blooded but I always felt the heat.
All my friend are dead and gone
If there's a hell, I'm one step closer to it
Somewhere I crossed the line
Somewhere I'm lost in time
I lost my soul and now I'm losing my mind

Time to kill
I've had enough of all your lies
I've only got time to kill
I've seen the fire in my eyes
I've only got time to kill

I spend my days counting bricks on the wall
And every night I hear those sirens call
I sink deeper into a convict's sleep
And dream about the day I'm gonna hit the streets
One time I cursed the man
He laughed and broke my hand
I'm gonna take that fist and make him understand
I'll make him understand

I've had enough of long goodbyes
I've only got time to kill
I feel the fire in my eyes
I've only got time to kill

Y'know I always thought there was time enough
To win the game
But now I know times are rough
The seasons changed, times are strange
Somewhere I crossed the line
Somewhere I'm lost in time
I lost my soul and now I'm losing my mind

Time to kill
I've had enough of all your lies
I've only got time to kill
I've seen the fire in my eyes
I've only got time to kill
I've had enough of long goodbyes
I've only got time to kill
I feel the fire in my eyes
I've only got time to kill


Chop, Chop, Chop

Some people call me the Creeper
'Cuz they don't know my name or face
I got 'em running in circles
Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace
I'm a lonely hunter
City full of game
Walkin' in the neon lights

Chop, chop, chop, engine of destruction
Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine
Chop, chop, chop, it's a symbiotic function
Chop, chop, chop, I keep the city so clean
Chop, chop, chop

Some people call me the Ripper
Stole my modus operandi from the movie screen
she's just a celluloid stripper
Just another bloody player in my splatter-filled dream
Women on the streets
Want money when we meet
I take them for a little ride

Chop, chop, chop, engine of destruction
Chop, chop, chop, a perfect killing machine
Chop, chop, chop, it's symbiotic function
Chop, chop, chop, I keep the city so clean
Chop, chop, chop

She was standing on the corner
With her bright red lips
Her face was so white and pale (so pale)
She had a black leather skirt
That was tight to her hips
And an anklet with a name
It spelled M A R Y..... Gail
Gail Gail Gail Gail
Gail Gail Gail Gail


Gail

A tree has grown on the spot
Where her body did rest
Blood seeped into the soil
From the knife in her chest

The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail
I wonder how the bugs remember Gail

What a lovely young girl
Everybody would say
You can still hear her laugh
In the shadows on a cold winter's day

A dog dug up a bone and wagged it's tail
I wonder how the dog remembers Gail

The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail
I wonder how the bugs remember Gail


Roses On White Lace

I saw you in your wedding gown
The prettiest dress
I came into your room that night
And made such a mess
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your eyes and your mouth open wide

In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
So dead upon the bed

You hurt me in the deepest way
I'm crippled inside
I took your evil skin away
It's all cut and dried
I saw you tonight and carefully took your hand
With some smears on my cheeks
I knew that you'd understand

In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
So dead upon the bed, still searching for your head

They're never gonna find your face
It's hidden away
I found a very special place where you used to play
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your heart and your mouth open wide

In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
Crimson and sweet, stained on the sheet
Roses on white lace, pretty in red, dripping and wet
Roses on white lace, spilled on the walls, dark in the hall
 

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