Here is Alice Cooper’s breakthrough hit I’m Eighteen from 1970. Three years later it was the song Johnny Rotten – 18 or 19 at the time – famously mimed to for Malcolm McLaren to get the job of singer with The Sex Pistols.

It came out in 1970 after the band moved to Detroit following two flop albums and were hooked up with teenage producer Bob Ezrin, who persuaded them to cut this song down from its original eight-minute jam.

A shame, really, because I’d like to have heard that, though you’ve got to say it condensed plenty of epic drama into a three-minute single, and on the album Love It To Death.

At their peak, before they became Glam superstars with a string of hit singles and theatrical stunts like an onstage guillotine, Alice Cooper were/was as raw and primal and loud and noisy and antisocial as their new neighbours in Detroit, The Stooges and MC5.

The album version of this is great, though three minutes is not enough. There’s a longer live version from a 2018 concert in Paris that shows they’re still fantastic – fantastic enough for me to want to see them when they’re here in November.