We know D.C. Get our free newsletter to stay in the know.



Rock is dead. But, as anyone who’s heard “Cold Ethyl” knows, Alice Cooper is a necrophiliac. For three decades, the former Vincent Furnier’s snake-fondling, doll-decapitating, dead-chick-serenading road show has wowed teenage concertgoers and infuriated Moral Majority types. One sign of the schlock-rocker’s lingering influence: He’s one of those rare music veterans who serves as an icon to both ’80s metalheads—who thought it was awesome that he wore dark makeup and, like, did so much evil stuff—and ’90s alt-rockers—who think it’s ironic that he wore that wacky makeup and, like, pretended to be doing so much evil stuff. See whether the audience is actually awed or simply in on the joke when Cooper performs with Jesse Camp & the 8th Street Kidz at 8:45 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $40. (202) 393-0930. (Michael Schaffer)