by Mimsy Leguin
(Nota bene: The first time I ever heard this song was when I was a senior in college, and had just witnessed a boy solve a Rubik’s cube in 20 minutes. Directly after accomplishing this feat, he immediately hopped on a skateboard and skated around the room, drinking from a plastic jug of water, until he crashed into the bed and proceeded to kiss me. The song in that moment ruled utterly.)
The Cramps’s breezy psychobilly/garage rock sound oozes the undeniable cool you undoubtedly feel when you hear the bass line to this song. Except, instead of parading discotrash, you’re this gothed-out second cousin of David Bowie in tight leather pants with enough hair product to supply Malaysia for the next 20 years. On that note check out the rockstar swagger of frontman Lux Interior. If you have any sense in you, you’d want him to be your daddy, if not your baby’s daddy. Don’t hate. I know I did.
Beyond Food and Evil 