His parents called him Erick Lee Purkhiser, but everybody else knew him as Lux Interior. The frontman for psychobilly inventors The Cramps died on this day back in 2009 at the age of 62. While not as well-known as some of his contemporaries including Iggy Pop, the Ramones, and The Misfits, Lux Interior was every bit as good and, I’d suggest, every bit as important.
A cross between Frankenstein and a Praying Mantis, Interior was a force of hilarious menacing lust, monstrous and disgusting, beautifully ugly, standing beside guitar goddess, and real life wife, Poison Ivy as the Cramps set out to corrupt the minds of America’s youth, throbbing like a Zombie’s erection with their brand of patent leather LSD 50’s beach blanket bingo monster movie music.
God, they were fun. And weird. And fun! Lux Interior is dead. Long Live Lux Interior!
Bikini Girls with Machine Guns
Combining surf and punk and Elvis and Rockabilly, the Cramps somehow managed to be completely kitsch and deadly serious at the same time.
The Human Fly
Like the Ramones, the Cramps had their impact on the New York club scene in the late 70’s and early 80’s. Here they perform at the legendary Mudd Club, which closed its doors in 1983.
Here, Lux and the Cramps play DC’s Black Cat Club.
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