I'm sure I ranted about them elsewhere on here. In college, if it wasn't by Camper Van Beethoven or by the Cramps, then I couldn't call it my favorite music.
The great thing about them... well, one of the great things... is that they're a perfect soundtrack. Play a Cramps song and whatever you're doing is suddenly imbued with *mystique*, no matter how mundane. In fact, the more mundane the action (brushing your teeth, driving home from the grocery), the grimier & more transgressive it seems when other people see you doing it and hear, like, "Don't Eat Stuff Off the Sidewalk" or "The Crusher." |
