“The rock n’ roll daddy has done passed on, but these bones’ll keep a-rockin’ on after I’m gone….”
It’s hard to believe that it’s been five years since The Cramps lead singer Lux Interior cast off this mortal coil. For those of you not in the know, The Cramps were active between 1976 and 2009, and they not only provided the missing link between punk rock and rockabilly, but were equally beloved by both subcultures. They introduced several generations to classic rockabilly and obscure garage rock whilst howling odes to Universal monsters, vintage sci-fi, b-movies, exploitation films, hot rods, highways, booze, pinup models, girly magazines and other mid-century perversions. Lux’s lyrics were simultaneously clever, hilarious and memorable.
I plan on writing posts for each of their retro-loaded 1990s albums;
- Stay Sick! (1990)
- Look Mom No Head! (1991)
- Flamejob (1994)
- Big Beat from Badsville (1997)
But for now, let’s hoist a martini (garnished with an eyeball, of course), toast The Cramps and enjoy the music.
Rest in peace, Lux Interior.