Alice keeps you guessing, scuzzy and glammy and simple and complex. There's a fearlessness that makes this exciting: going for Stooges grit and proggy excess* back to back to back, bouncing off of every awesome style going in 1971, breaking off pieces and smashing em up.
Cooper's strained, thin voice is the weak link, and the papery mix undercuts the power, but the songwriting and swagger are strong enough to make this a minor classic 4/5
* anyone else notice the last-act hook of Halo of Flies is basically Genesis's The Knife?
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