I first caught the Cramps on a humid day in the summer of 1992. It was bizarre, unconventional, amazing and above all else, eye-opening. In the span of their set I saw the band mix up Buddy Holly, Johnny Thunders, Link Wray and the Ramones; turn it on its head and spin it into some kind of monstrous goo. I was 16 and there was no turning back -- it just worked for me. This strange beast---an unholy amalgamation of surf-rock, voodoo, latex, B-movie comic . . .
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