I haven't been connected to the internet for a month and a half so I only learned of Lux Interior's passing a few days ago by chance, tuning in to WFMU midway through a Cramps Tribute.
The Cramps never wrote a tune that didn't make you lose control of your limbs and do "The Zombie Dance." From what I've read and heard about their live shows (which I never got to see), Lux Interior would give Iggy Pop (whom I've seen) a run for his money. Songs the Lord Taught Us is a perfect album, which I still listen to repeatedly after many years.
R.I.P. Lux Interior
you ain't no punk, you punk
you wanna talk about the real junk?
if i ever slip, i'll be banned
'cause i'm the garbageman.
well you can't dig me you can't dig nothin'
do you want the real thing, or are you just talkin'?
do you understand?
i'm the garbageman.
yeah, somethin' from the garage and down the driveway
now get outta your mind and get outta my way.
now do you understand?
do you understand?
louie, louie, louie, lou-i
the bird's the word and do you know why?
you gotta beat it with a stick
you gotta beat it 'til it's thick
you gotta live until you're dead
you gotta rock 'til you see red.
now do you understand?
do you understand?
i'm a garbageman.
The Cramps - Garbageman from Off the Bone (1983)
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