Alice Cooper: Hey Stoopid (Limited Edition Magenta Vinyl) (Numbered)

LIMITED EDITION OF 3000 INDIVIDUALLY NUMBERED COPIES ON MAGENTA COLOURED 180 GRAM AUDIOPHILE VINYL IN DELUXE SLEEVE WITH LEATHER LAMINATE FINISH & INSERT.

In the early ‘90s, with the hair metal wave cresting and grunge quietly sharpening its knives, Alice Cooper returned with Hey Stoopid—a big, bold, and bombastic follow-up to his surprise 1989 comeback Trash. Produced by glam guru Peter Collins, Hey Stoopid doesn’t stray far from the sleek, radio-ready sound that made Trash a hit, but it packs a heavier punch, armed with a sharper edge and some surprisingly heartfelt moments.

The album kicks off with the title track “Hey Stoopid,” a fist-pumping anti-suicide anthem that rides a glossy, infectious riff straight into MTV territory. It’s catchy, loud, and deceptively positive—a reminder that even Alice, the godfather of shock rock, could deliver a dose of morality through mascara. The song is bolstered by a glam-metal all-star guest list: Slash, Steve Vai, and Ozzy Osbourne all lend their talents, giving the track a thundering authority.

“Love’s a Loaded Gun” and “Might as Well Be on Mars” continue the album’s mix of swagger and sentiment. The former is pure hair-metal seduction, while the latter is an ambitious, nearly operatic power ballad that showcases Cooper’s underrated vocal range and knack for theatrical pathos. These are not cheap shots at chart success—they’re polished, passionate tracks that display a veteran showman adjusting to a new musical landscape with surprising grace.

Elsewhere, “Snakebite” slithers with sleaze and sexual innuendo, while “Dangerous Tonight” plays like a haunted prom night dance tune, steeped in horror movie mood and grinding guitar crunch. Even lesser-known cuts like “Dirty Dreams” and “Hurricane Years” pulse with an urgency that separates this record from its more mechanical hair metal peers.

Lyrically, Cooper mixes his usual dark carnival of themes—paranoia, lust, nightmares—with a strange new maturity. “Wind-Up Toy,” the album closer, is a mini-masterpiece: unsettling, poignant, and utterly Cooper. It finds him back in the asylum, taunting the listener with twisted innocence, like a haunted doll with a thousand-yard stare.

Sonically, Hey Stoopid is a glossy affair—very much a product of its time—but the guitar work throughout is stellar, thanks in large part to contributions from Satriani, Vai, Mick Mars, and others. The production may be overly polished for some fans of Cooper’s raw ‘70s output, but there’s no denying the power of the riffs, the hooks, and Alice’s sly charisma.

Hey Stoopid isn’t just a sequel to Trash—it’s arguably a deeper, darker, and more interesting record. It straddles glam metal excess and gothic introspection with flair. For an artist over two decades into his career, Alice Cooper proved with this album that he could still evolve, adapt, and surprise. A worthy (and underrated) chapter in the discography of rock’s original villain.

Hey Stoopid is available as a limited edition of 3000 individually numbered copies on magenta coloured vinyl.