True, the Cramps’ costumes, monicker, song titles, music, etc., all seem like the epitome of jump-on-the-new-wave-bandwagon pretention. And much of its metallic, eccentric music could have been produced by your average 60s psychedelic garage band. Nevertheless, there are most definitely moments here—moments when crass imitation gives way to clever parody, moments when pure ambition is supplemented by real invention.
The Cramps: Songs the Lord Taught Us
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