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Alice Cooper: School's Out

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Label: Warner Bros. Records
Released: 1972
Time:
 35:59
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s):
Rating: *****..... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.alicecooper.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2011
Price in €: 1,00





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[1] School's Out (Bruce/Buxton/Cooper/Dunaway/Smith) - 3:28
[2] Luney Tune (Cooper/Dunaway) - 3:39
[3] Gutter Cat vs. The Jets (Bernstein/Buxton/Dunaway/Sondheim) - 4:39
[4] Street Fight (Bruce/Buxton/Cooper/Dunaway/Smith) - 0:53
[5] Blue Turk (Bruce/Cooper) - 5:35
[6] My Stars (Cooper/Ezrin) - 5:49
[7] Public Animal #9 (Bruce/Cooper) - 3:54
[8] Alma Mater (Smith) - 4:17
[9] Grande Finale (Bernstein/Bruce/Buxton/Cooper) - 4:35

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Alice Cooper - Composer, Vocals

Michael Bruce - Composer, Guitar, Keyboards
Glen Buxton - Composer, Guitar
Dennis Dunaway - Bass, Composer
Reggie Vincent - Guitar, Vocals
Dick Wagner - Guitar
Neal Smith - Composer, Drums

Elmer Bernstein - Composer
Mack David - Composer

Bob Ezrin - Composer, Producer
Roy Cicala - Engineer
Shelly Yakus - Engineer
Ernie Campagna - Production Coordination
Dennis Ferrante - Recording Technician
Steve Hoffman - Reissue Mastering
Frank Hubach - Recording Technician
Robert Otter - Photography
Sound Packing Corp. - Artwork
Wilkes & Braun Inc. - Cover Design, Design
 

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1972 LP Warner Bros. 2623
1972 CS Warner Bros. 2623
1988 CD Warner Bros. 2-2623
2009 LP Friday Music 219113

Although it still contained elements of their two preceding albums' heavy metal garage rock, Alice Cooper's 1972 release SCHOOL'S OUT expanded on the more progressive material of '71s KILLER (i.e., its title track and "Halo of Flies"). The majority of the songs were more sophisticated than the group's past work, with greater use of dynamics. The band was working under tight a deadline to complete the album, but it's certainly no half-hearted rush job--it was their third powerful release in a row, and their first top 10 hit (peaking at #2 on the U.S. album charts). The title song, a top ten single, is a great, fist-pumping rock & roll anthem. By merging one of the most identifiable and memorable guitar riffs ever (courtesy of the late Glen Buxton) with snide lyrics and a sing-along chorus, the song was a punk-metal masterpiece. While the album's remaining songs may not be as immediately familiar, many a gem can be found. "My Stars," "Luney Tune," "Alma Mater," and "Gutter Cat Vs. the Jets" are all underrated Cooper classics, the latter even containing snippets of musical themes from WEST SIDE STORY!

Recorded at the Record Plant, New York and at Alice Cooper Mansion, Connecticut.



School's Out catapulted Alice Cooper into the hard rock stratosphere, largely due to its timeless, all-time classic title track. But while the song became Alice's highest-charting single ever (reaching number seven on the U.S. charts) and recalled the brash, three-and-a-half-minute garage rock of yore, the majority of the album signaled a more complex compositional directional for the band. Unlike Cooper's previous releases (Love It to Death, Killer), which contained several instantly identifiable hard rock classics, School's Out appears to be a concept album, and aside from the aforementioned title track anthem, few of the other tracks have ever popped up in concert. That's not to say they weren't still strong and memorable; while such cuts as "Gutter Cat vs. the Jets," "Street Fight," "My Stars," and "Grande Finale" came off like mini-epics with a slightly progressive edge, Alice Cooper still managed to maintain their raw, unrefined punk edges, regardless. Other highlights included the rowdy "Public Animal #9," the mid-paced "Luney Tune," and the sinister, cabaret-esque "Blue Turk."

Greg Prato - All Music Guide



Alice Cooper hat einmal behauptet, daß er die Texte für ganze Alben an einem Nachmittag bei laufender Glotze schrieb. Der Wahrheitsgehalt sei dahingestellt, doch was auch immer ihn zu Momenten von Ultrageistesgegenwärtigkeit wie "We got no class / And we got no principles / And we got no innocence / We can't even think of a word that rhymes" geführt haben mag, sollte in Flaschen gefüllt und dann Marilyn Manson zwangsweise eingetrichtert werden. Zu School's Out (1972) standen Coopers Vorlieben fürs Showbusineß in höchster Blüte -- "Gutter Cat Versus The Jets" stellt mehr als eine Verbeugung vor der West Side Story dar, und "Grande Finale" klingt, als ob die Band versuche Elmer Bernstein auszustechen -- aber es beinhaltet auch vorzüglichen Hard Rock. Und das meiste des ambitionsgeladenen Materials (besonders "My Stars") kommt erstaunlich gut rüber. Eklig und erhaben, so wie sie immer sein wollten.

Rickey Wright - Amazon.de



The original Alice Cooper band was one of the finest hard-rock units of the early '70s. Billion Dollar Babies may not be the Cooper band's best album, but it was the final release of a quartet of extraordinary Bob Ezrin-produced hard-rock records (rounded out by Love It to Death, Killer, and School's Out), and it captures the moment when the band was at its peak. Including three hit singles in "Hello Hooray," "Elected," and "No More Mr. Nice Guy," the album--from Donovan's exciting cameo on the title track to the closing "I Love the Dead" (probably the prettiest ode to necrophilia ever recorded)--still sounds terrific. And the packaging, production, music, and imagery has inspired followers as diverse as the Sex Pistols, Marilyn Manson, and Hole.

Bill Holdship - Amazon.com

 L y r i c s


School's Out

Well we got no choice all the girls and boys
Makin' all that noise 'cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya can't find a flag if that don't suit ya that's a drag
School's out for summer school's out forever school's been blown to pieces
No more pencils no more books no more teacher's dirty looks yeah
Well we got no class and we got no principals and we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer school's out forever my school's been blown to pieces
No more pencils no more books no more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer out till fall we might not come back at all
School's out forever school's out for summer
School's out with fever school's out completely


Luney Tune

I slipped into my jeans lookin' hard and feelin' mean
I took a spit at the moon it's all in this luney tune
Just a little insane a couple of shots I can't feel no pain
Hey where have I been and who are these scary men
Is this all real is this all necessary or it this a joke
Many know I don't regret at all
They locked me up for good pinned me against the wall
I can't find the exit I quit lookin' for doors
I stole a razor from the commissary I just couldn't take it no more
I'm swimmin' in blood like a rat on a sewer floor
No longer insane just part of this crazy dream


Gutter Cat vs. the Jets

I met an alley cat
Pussyfootin around
Til the break of dawn
Found me knocked out flat on my head

Some feline beauty
Waved her tail my way
I just had to stay
I couldn't get the blood off my hands

She made my eyes bug out
Her tail stand up
And I ain't even in heat for a month

(Meow)

House cat
You really got it made
Sleepin all night
And perfect delight of day

Some feline beauty
Waved her tail my way
I just had to stay
I couldn't get the blood off my bed

She made my eyes bug out
Her tail stand up
And I ain't even in heat for a month

(Meow... mrreow... Meow! Meow! Meow!)

Some bad cats from 4th Street
Come down to our alley
Well we say that's cool
But just stay away from me and my boys

Eyes clash
And claws slash
And green-eyed fur goes flyin
Midnight
Catfight
Neckbite
Die

When you're a Jet
You're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
Til your last dyin day
When you're a Jet
Let 'em do what they can
Little boy, you got friends
You're a family man
The Jets are in gear
They're always well-respected
You're never alone
When company's expected
You're well-protected

Here come the Jets
Like a bat out of hell
Somone gets in our way
Someone don't feel so well
When you're a Jet
You - Stay - A - Jet

(Pow!)


Blue Turk

I'm lazy you know it I'm ready for the second show
Amazing thing growing just waitin for the juice to flow
But you're so very picturesque you're so very cold
Tastes like roses on your breath but graveyards on your soul
I'm hurting I'm wanting I'm aching for another go
You're squirming wet baby nothing bad comin' very slow
And it's burning holes in me
You're so very picturesque you're so very cold
It tastes like roses on your breath but graveyards on your soul whoa hmm
One spastic explosion two pressure cookers go insane
It makes me act crazy I shiver but I love this game
You're so very ordinary you're so very lame
Tastes like whiskey on your lips and earthworms rule your brain


My Stars

My stars so far no one's callin' me home
Space brain vagabond livin' on my own
Come all ye faithful you know all you people should come to me
I'll make you arms work and I'll make your legs work I'll make you see
Ladada ladada ladada ladada ladada whoa yeah
Well I swear by the air I'll be made to breathe
You'll pay very dear for this banishing deed
The power alone stored in my little hand
Could melt the Eiffel tower turn the sphinx into sand oh whoa oh oh
Oh no thar she blows spreadin' crazy news
All night cannonball loves to light the fuse
And everyone blows up and nobody grows up to fill dad's shoes
But that doesn't matter 'cause no little boys really wanted to
Ladada ladada ladada ladada ladada aah whoa whoa whoa whoa
I stared at the squall line I stared at the fault line
I see a funnel black there I think I see a crack there
Landscapes alive and it's movin' my feet
All I need is a holocaust to make my day complete oh oh oh ooh
Klaatu barada nikto klaatu barada nikto


Public Animal #9

Hey hey hey yeah hey hey hey
Me and G.B. we ain't never gonna confess we cheated at the math test
We carved some dirty words in our desk well now it's time for recess
Old man waitin' by the monkey bars tradin' all his ball cards
And they promised him a gold star and they told him he could go far
Hey Mr. Bluelegs where are you takin' me
I'm like a lifer in the state penitentiary
If I keep my nose clean I won't get my eyes shined
But I'm proud to be public animal number nine
License plates are are runnin' out of my ears
I'd give a month of cigarettes for just a couple of lousy beers
Or even a bottle of real cheap wine
But that's the price you pay to be
Public animal number nine number nine oh
Hey Mrs. Cranston where are you takin' me
I feel like a lifer In the state penitentiary
She wanted an Einstein but she got a Frankenstein
Yeah I'm proud to be oh public animal number nine
Oh public animal number nine public animal number nine
Public animal number nine nine
Public animal number nine number nine number nine
Public animal public animal number nine nine
Public animal number nine public animal number nine


Alma Mater

Rain is falling down my cheek searching for the sea
Tomorrow like the rain I'll be back home again
I watch the bus as it pulls out of view
Someday like that bus I will be leavin' too
But you know it breaks my heart to leave you camelback my high school
And now alone cryin' in my beer
'cause old friends said goodbye I guess I'll be leavin' too
But you know it breaks my heart to leave you Cortez I'll miss you
Yes I will yes I will you know I will
Yes I will yes I will you know I will
Well so long so long everybody everybody I hope that I would see you again again
Goodbye goodbye everybody everybody I finally grew up they finally let me out of school
Hey remember the time remember the time
We took that snake and we we put it down little Betsy's dress
Now I don't think Miss Axelrod was much impressed
Now I don't think Miss Axelrod was much impressed
Well I don't think Miss Axelrod was much impressed
Oh goodbye goodbye everybody everybody I hope that I would see you again again
So long so long everybody everybody
How do you like that they finally let me out of school
Goodbye goodbye ah I wanna get out of here
They let me out of school how 'bout that uh
Goodbye hey goodbye guys
Maybe I'll see maybe I'll see you around some time uh
Ay don't make a stranger of yourself uh remember the Coop uh
May I ho I hope you don't forget me or nothin' goodbye


Grand Finale

Instrumental.

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