The punters went for it, of course, and the venerable old hall was positively groaning under the weight of assorted zombies, ghouls and the like.
It was surprising that Alice produced – for him – an almost restrained performance. Not restrained as in the usual definition of the word, of course. We still had the costumes, the props, the pyro and the glitter bombs. There were just fewer of them. For example, with no Killer sequence in this set, there were no hangings, usually de rigueur in an Alice Cooper show. The closest we came to it was during Feed My Frankenstein, when our anti-hero was strapped to a machine and vanished in a cloud of sparks and smoke, only to reappear in the guise of a 10-foot monster. The live boa constrictor made a welcome return, although what the poor creature made of being held aloft while the band belted out Devil's Food is anyone's guess.