A bit of ancient history: When I was in college in the mid-1980s, I thought Lux Interior was a very cool dude. And I still think that Bad Music for Bad People is a bad-ass record. Until this afternoon, I hadn't listened to the Cramps in years, but their distinctive form of gothic psychobilly—garage rock meets Rocky Horror—has held up pretty well.
Lux Interior died Wednesday in Glendale, CA. On the Guardian's music blog yesterday, he was described as "a twisted, grotesquely libidinous, werewolf Elvis from Hell," which I thought was very nicely put (why, btw, do the Brit papers offer consistently better writing than their American counterparts?).
He was 62. He is survived by his wife, Poison Ivy Rorschach.