Alice Cooper is back, baby! And this time, he’s not just coming to rock your face off with a chainsaw guitar—he’s bringing his memoirs, and they’re apparently thicker than his makeup case. Yes, on October 8, 2026, Ebury Spotlight will publish “Devil On My Shoulder”, the definitive autobiography from the man who made eyeliner scarier than algebra homework. This isn’t just any memoir—it’s the literary equivalent of a haunted roller coaster built on the bones of rock ‘n’ roll folklore. Buckle up, kids.
But wait, there’s more! To celebrate this literary bloodbath, Alice is embarking on an eight-date U.K. speaking tour. Yes, you heard that right. The guy who once pretended to be executed onstage nightly is now doing intimate Q&As. Imagine asking him, “So, Alice, what’s your skincare routine?” while he’s flanked by guillotines and a very confused moderator. Each night promises a rare glimpse behind the greasepaint and guillotines, though we suspect the real mystery is how he keeps his hair so perfect after six decades of headbanging.
Now, here’s where it gets juicy. There are two Alice Coopers: the theatrical, morally bankrupt, chicken-slaying nightmare who terrified parents everywhere, and the sober, happily married pastor’s son who probably folds his socks. These two personalities became so intertwined that they nearly killed each other in a haze of alcohol, drugs, and iconic songs. It’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but with more pyrotechnics and fewer ethics committees.
Alice himself says, “Alice is still on tour around the world today, a proper senile delinquent playing hundreds of gigs every year, while I myself am reformed.” Reformed? Sure, Alice. We believe you. Just like we believe your pet snake is a vegetarian. He goes on to say that with maturity, he wants to describe their journey to Hell and back, because apparently, losing your way isn’t just for rock stars anymore. Spoiler alert: Hell has better lighting than your local dive bar.
In the ’60s and ’70s, Alice Cooper was just a rock band, but as Vincent Damon Furnier (yes, that’s his real name—surprise!) developed his Grand Guignol character, Alice became his stage name. Then, in a moment of pure rock ‘n’ roll genius, he legally changed it to his own. Because why not? If you’re going to be a monster, you might as well have the paperwork to prove it.
Alice says, “I was born Vincent Damon Furnier but, seduced by my character’s reputation, changed my name legally to Alice Cooper, and in the process lost sight of who I really was.” Translation: he got so into the role that he forgot he wasn’t actually a demon. The mild-mannered, all-American boy he once was became a monster and a mortal danger to himself. But hey, at least he looked fabulous doing it.
His story is packed with witty, intimate anecdotes featuring everyone from Salvador Dalí to Tiger Woods. Yes, Tiger Woods. Because apparently, even golfers can’t resist the allure of a man who once bit the head off a bat. (Spoiler: it was an accident, but still.) Alice is also an acute observer of dysfunction, despair, wildness, and criminality. In other words, he’s seen some stuff. And now, with the benefit of hindsight and a certain maturity, he’s ready to spill the tea—or maybe the blood.
He says, “Me and Alice were getting creative with the truth long before the age of ‘fake news’.” Classic Alice. Thirty records, sixty-plus years of fibs and fabrications, and now he’s ready to sort the truth from the rumors and lies. We’re not holding our breath, but we are holding our copies of the book, ready to fact-check every outrageous claim.
The book tour dates are set, and they’re as epic as you’d expect. From Cardiff to Wolverhampton, Alice will be bringing his signature blend of charm, chaos, and questionable life choices to a theater near you. Tickets are sure to sell out faster than you can say “school’s out forever,” so grab yours while you can. And if you’re lucky, he might even sign your copy with a bloody handprint.
Speaking of rock ‘n’ roll glory, Alice’s career is the stuff of legend. With over 50 million albums sold, a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, and a spot in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, he’s done it all. His catalog includes classics like “School’s Out”, “No More Mr. Nice Guy”, and “Poison”. Rolling Stone even cited his 1971 album “Love It to Death” as one of the “500 Greatest Albums of All Time.” Take that, critics!
But Alice isn’t just a musician; he’s a pop culture icon. He’s appeared in “Wayne’s World”, starred in NBC‘s “Jesus Christ Superstar Live in Concert”, and even popped up on “The Muppets” and “That ’70s Show”. Because nothing says family-friendly entertainment like a man who once simulated his own execution onstage.
His influence extends far and wide, with everyone from Etta James to MEGADETH covering his tunes. Even THE BEASTIE BOYS and DISTURBED have sampled him. His collaborators include legends like Vincent Price, AEROSMITH, and GUNS N’ ROSES. And let’s not forget his side project, HOLLYWOOD VAMPIRES, which he co-founded with Joe Perry and Johnny Depp. Because if you’re going to form a supergroup, why not make it as star-studded as possible?
Most recently, his 2025 album “The Revenge of Alice Cooper” reunited the surviving members of the original ALICE COOPER band to widespread critical acclaim. Because apparently, you can’t keep a good (or bad) man down.
So, there you have it. Alice Cooper is back, and he’s bringing his memoirs, his madness, and his makeup. Whether you’re a die-hard fan or just someone who enjoys a good story about a man who once pretended to be beheaded for a living, “Devil On My Shoulder” is sure to be a wild ride. Just don’t expect it to be boring. After all, this is Alice Cooper we’re talking about. Boring isn’t in his vocabulary. Or his contract. Or his DNA. Welcome to his nightmare. Again.
