Oh lawdy, The Cramps.
How on earth did I manage to avoid them for so long?
I was aware of them, sure, but for some reason I always associated them with wrong ‘uns, scary looking blokes with geometric-defying buzz-cut flat-tops and Meteors tee-shirts.
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
Did I mention I was wrong? Well, I was.
The penny finally dropped about ten years ago, when somebody – forgive me, I forget who – posted something by them and I clicked on the link.
And I had one of those Where have this lot been all my life? moments.
Answer: they were there, I just wasn’t paying attention.
I mean, how could I have resisted the charms of a song with this title (from their utterly brilliant 1991 Look Mom, No Head album)?:
Since I finally discovered them, I’ve bought a lot of their stuff; whenever something pops up on my iPod shuffle, my usual shitty mood is lifted, and I find myself with a big grin on my face.
There’s no finer testament, in my book.