The Cramps: Fiends Of Dope Island (Vengeance)

HERE WE GO, once more with feeling, down the Hallowe’en Parade. In a time of interminable fluxed-upness and infinite variables, in an era of war, pestilence, famine and moral panic, in an age of utter uncertainty and bewildering change as we hurtle toward the cosmic black hole that awaits us all with a vertiginous sense of acceleration and the nagging feeling that the bottom has fallen out of our bowels, if not our world . . . well friends, you can always count on The Cramps.