Sacred Alice! In recent years, it seems that each album will be the last of his career. That the years have come to catch up, that is definitely the sixty plus age to embody a bogeyman fairground. That the return to good old rock typical horror of 70 years was a matter of symbolic closing the loop to close one of the most eclectic careers in the history of rock and come back one last time to his first love after touching the cabaret-rock, new wave, on FM and the hard metal industry. Last lap for papy of shock-rock? Until next time, at least. Meanwhile, Along came a spider is a realization probably not essential, but held a more than satisfactory. 

Reviving this spirit Horror show that he had dropped somewhat in recent years, Along came a spider looks like the logbook of a serial killer whose foible is to pull members of the girls to create a fantasy representation of the spider which he identified. A story full of finesse and poetry without doubt, but the talented storyteller Alice manages to make it interesting . Even if we deplore the inevitable emotional accents that fall as a Moumoute in the soup to the meat.

Lap nostalgic forces, we discover, facetious sprinkled across the tracks, various elements that evoke the long career of Alice Cooper: A bit of orchestration here, a dash of drama here, a discreet handful of synthetic sounds and one or the other riff more brutal than the norm. On the whole, this new album remains true to the path for five years, the simplicity and a return to basics, stripped of sometimes dubious experiments of the past and full compliance with the trends in vogue. We do not find bait festive and colorful a Dirty diamonds. Along came a spider is both tougher and darker than its two predecessors, closer than ever to the rough and aggressive rock that made Alice in time one of the precursors of garage-rock.

Along came a spider did not seduction easier. It lacks the immediate effectiveness, perhaps even instinctive hit, that Alice was able to compose the overwhelming majority of its achievements … Although Killed by love would have been entitled to if he had presented in a form other than that, unfortunately, very syrupy ballad. Without lack of good titles flared (Vengeance is mine, Wake the Dead, Catch me if you can), Along came a spider requires a more patient than other albums. Being a fan of Mr. Cooper, his song “diabolical” and his world, for once is a real advantage to get this album without frills, yet abrupt in some respects. Too bad for those who appreciate the more cynical and Alice Cooper moved that the story of these horrific stories that leave much to King Diamond. However, Along came a spider remains a work of quality, professional and, in the absence of flashes of genius, no shortage of gnaque. If Alice Cooper is no longer in any way, or even the future of this rock, however, he managed, with skill and dignity, to embody a past that does not yet carbide nostalgia.