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Depending on your point of view, The Cramps either shot their creative load at their inception 30-some years ago or hold on to their skewed vision with remarkable consistency. This album bangs out a good argument for either contention. Each track throbs with voodoo drumbeat and fuzzed-up bass, Lux makes jungle noises and Ivy does her patented two-string minor key solos as inexpertly as she could ever wish to. If that doesn't fire up your glands, you may never understand. As always, all the genius of a psychedelic bar band trippin' on Joe Clay and Malcolm Yelvington 45's make the highlights ("Cramp Stomp," "Sheena's in a Goth Gang," "Super Goo") as scorching as "Songs the Lord Taught Us."

Blessed are we.