Somehow The Cramps still sound fresher and more dangerous than most any contemporary band. It's sloppy and raw and bad to the bone. The rough production is a perfect fit for the ascetic of the music.
AMG lists the release date for this as 1983, but I'm fairly certain I remember kids wearing the T shirt before then. It became an iconic signifier in the early 80s, & I have to admit that the graphics still appeal to me.
Most, if not all of these songs are now available on other releases, but this still holds up.
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