Cheap fanclub repro.

Highly recommended.

Of all Cramps albums, this one most belongs to Poison Ivy. Every chord she plays is a demonic hillbilly hand that rises from the grave. One small and aloof woman, one giant sound. This live set lets the noise fly, lets the feedback scream and lets the rough edges lie like a fetching scar. Lux Interior is certainly lovable bellowing at the microphone—he and Ivy were a true team, two sounds and two souls who belonged together—but Ivy's ferocious work on guitar nearly stomps him out of the picture here. If Lux Interior is the head of the monster, Ivy is its swagger and its stench. Songs from A Date With Elvis, the band's most recent album at the time, dominate the setlist with, fittingly, a couple of old Elvis chestnuts dragged through a back alley and hot-railed on meth. Even a lot of big Elvis fans don't like "Do the Clam", but that doesn't stop The Cramps from pulling it out of the garbage and giving it a whirl. They've got great bad taste.