Rock'n Roll will never die, someone said, and rightly so. At most it dies for a few years and then rises from the grave, more rotten, more macabre, more wicked, more decomposed. Like here. Psychobilly (excuse me, it’s the most beautiful name ever given to a music genre) in all its filthy splendor. Rock'n Roll and Garage from the '50s and '60s, rotten with the years, turning into a bacchanal of almost "tribal" ferocity. Most of the tracks are by the Cramps themselves, but there are excellent covers too (with "Strychnine," a cover by the Sonics, one of the toughest and wildest garage bands of the '60s, the Cramps hit the jackpot) like the fantastic duo that closes the album: "Tear it Up," the wildest and most psychobilly song on the entire record, and "Fever," which is instead a sublime, hallucinatory, passionate, and unexpected slowdown, a finale that deserves applause. An amazing record.
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