The Roxy, Boston

"Let's kick the shit outta this place right now!" howled Lux Interior, manic B-movie-monster frontman for legendary New York psychobilly-punk band the Cramps.

"Let's kick the shit outta this place right now!" howled Lux Interior, manic B-movie-monster frontman for legendary New York psychobilly-punk band the Cramps. That was pretty much the tone for the band's May 19 show in Boston, as the most fabulously mondo bizzaro crowd this side of the Munster clan filled Beantown's swank Roxy club—right in the heart of the upscale theater district—in what was tantamount to an apocalyptic culture clash.

The Cramps spoofed, rocked, and thundered for an hour-and-a-half, right up to the witching hour. Interior, dressed in a red snakeskin body stocking, matching boots, black gloves, dark eye makeup, and scowl, was utterly transfixing as the band ripped through songs old, new, and borrowed, including a bunch from the recently released killer comeback album Fiends of Dope Island (Vengeance).

The sound was appropriately grubby, and the banter predictably loopy and irreverent. "She smacks me around a lot," Interior said at one point, referring to guitarist and former dominatrix Poison Ivy, adding, "I ain't sayin' I don't deserve it."

Musical highlights included the ripping opener "Dames, Booze, Chains, and Boots," the deliciously deranged "Fissure of Rolando," the hillbilly serenade "You've Got Good Taste" (this may be the first band to perfect the triple-entendre), and a hurricane version of the old standard "Surfin' Bird" to close out the show.—AZ