By Steve Newton
Finally got around to watching the 2014 documentary Super Duper Alice Cooper for the first time the other night, and it was awesome: except for the part where they refused to even mention the name “Michael Bruce”.
For the uninitiated, Bruce was the rhythm guitarist for the Alice Cooper Band during its first seven albums, which include the crappy ones Pretties for You and Easy Action and the great ones Love It to Death and Killer (1971), School’s Out (1972), and Billion Dollar Babies and Muscle of Love (1973).
During his time with the band Bruce had an enormous effect on the music that every rock-loving kid in the ’70s adored. He cowrote every single song on the greatest Alice Cooper album of all time, Killer–except “Be My Lover”, which he wrote on his own. He cowrote the song that blasted Cooper into fame, “I’m Eighteen”, from Love It to Death, and he single-handedly came up with that album’s wicked opening track, “Caught in a Dream”.
“Michael Bruce is still alive and he is sort of a controversial omission from the movie,” SDAC director Reg Harkema told legendaryrockinterviews.com, “but it was difficult to try and get an interview with him for various reasons and trying to wedge in the presence or story of someone into the film whom you don’t have access to just feels weird and only the most hardcore fan who somehow doesn’t know how to Wikipedia is going to care.”
Fuck that noise, Reggie. I’m a hardcore fan, and I know how to Wikipedia. What’s your fvcking point? Fact is you should have at least mentioned his name once.
At least you didn’t photoshop him out of the band photos.
Thanks for that.
The other thing that bugged me the most about Super Duper Alice Cooper was the crapping on Muscle of Love as somehow inferior to the other four albums that preceded it. Just because it was the first of the five not to be produced by SDAC contributor Bob Ezrin doesn’t mean it wasn’t a great album. As someone who, at age 16, raced out and bought that LP in its faux grease-stained, corrugated cardboard package and loved it from “Big Apple Dreamin’ (Hippo)” through “Woman Machine”, I can tell you that–while obviously not a masterpiece like Killer–it is not something to be crapped on. It’s the last great Alice Cooper album.
Anyway, I’m not suggesting a boycott of Super Duper Alice Cooper. If you’re a hardcore Cooper fan like me, you will get a lot out of it.
But keep some toothpaste handy. You’ll be left with a bad taste in your mouth by the way they pretend Michael Bruce wasn’t even there.