I only half care about this blog but when I just heard that Lux Interior had died I thought I needed to express some things. If you don't know who I'm talking about, Lux was the co-head of Punk-Rockabilly-Surf-Glam-Rock band known as the Cramps. Started in the mid 70s with his wife, guitarist Poison Ivy, their sound was this raw, garage, mean sound that whenever you heard them play it was this "Fuck you", overly sexed, unmistakeable Thing you would never forget. For those who do know what the hell I'm talking about, understand completely and agree how sad it is to hear of his departure. I had the good fortune to see the Cramps a few times, (they didn't tour too often in their later years, selecting dates only around Halloween.) and it always blew me away. From that first time at the Ventura Theatre, amidst the smallest crowd I've ever seen there, it was like a wrecking ball of energy tearing down anything I had seen before. They were in your face. They didn't care what they did on stage, (Lux usually wound up with his dick hanging out during the final act.) They were rockstars. I can never give them enough accolades. The Cramps will forever stay as one of my favorite bands. I could give you some dopey history lesson that you would just forget. If you really want to remember them well, Psychedelic Jungle/Greatest Hits is some of their best. I know some of you out there that will cry during their cover of Ricky Nelson's "Lonesome Town" from now on. Lux, i hope you're giving the Devil his due.
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