Wooooooooaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh THE CRAMPS ARE BACK! After a brief stay in the corporate clutches of EMI, they return to the warm, if slightly sticky, embrace of Big Beat, Their concern for the soft white bit of the under-belly of that thing lying over there on the ground, remains as touching and glamourous as it always was. Dames, booze, chains, boots, two heads, sex change, and that's just the first two little numbers. Slip outa something clinging, and let Lux Interior and lggy Pop tell you all about their mini skirt blues.... but who's wearin' it? Later that same evening there was little doubt left about the dress sense- "but Mister Interior what do you mean you wanna get in my pants???" - she panted!!! Hardworkin' woman Poison Ivy wiggles, wobbles and shouts out, screamin' with the sound of female rockin' & rollin' guitar, plastering great swathes of reverberation all over the place. The strangeness in the Cramps. No head???? - hey don't get funny with me punk!!!