...I'm gonna tell ya 'bout _cool_/in one easy lesson! GO!" Yep...had to quote that, the beginning of this album's "Sunglasses After Dark", as that song really sums up the mad, crazed, dark-as-a-Memphis-alley-at-midnite badness of this amazing slab of rockabilly psychosis. There is nothing like the sound that is the Cramps, and for me, this album distills that cross of swampwater, moonshine, and nitro down to a dangerous and unstable musical substance, captured live like a crazed animal in these tracks cut at the legendary Sun Studio. Echo machines go mad, drums thud like someone pounding the furniture into matchsticks, and guitars slice through the speakers like some meat-saw-wielding mad butcher as Lux Interior howls, wails, spits like fury, and...yeah, tells you 'bout _cool_. Truly the sound of the South going horrifically wrong with total J.D. madness, rockabilly is supposed to be 'bad music'...but this is the baddest of the badness! It'll make you put a voodoo 8-ball gearshifter in your _life_! BUY! Dac Crowell
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