All right, all you teenage werewolves out there, listen up! Since we've exited the Halloween season, it's high time you primitive cavemen lay off the green fuzz, put down the chicken, and get the hell away from the TV set. There's a big beat from badsville headed this way, and it's the kind of fever you're only going to feel via your rockin' bones. Get ready to twist and shout because you might find yourself with a wrong-way ticket on a mystery plane headed toward some sort of psychedelic jungle. But don't worry, this is a new kind of kick you won't find on a drug train, and this surely ain't no mean machine. Confused? Allow me to explain what's behind the mask.
We all know that every year the natives get restless and hit the streets on Halloween in garb resembling the likes of badass bugs, bikini girls with machine guns, surfin' birds, human flies, and various other outfits that go under the wires specifically satisfying those subwire desires of those who have lost their minds. While this alone is certainly a good enough reason to tear it up, we only had to wait a few more days for the one-and-only voodoo idols know as the Cramps.
The Cramps are the original creatures from the black-leather lagoon, once again touring the West Coast in honor of Halloween (“normal day!”). So whatever you do, do not miss this chance to bust out of this lonesome town and blow up your mind while getting wilder wilder faster faster. But be prepared to show 'em the way you walk by practicing the jungle hop, the alligator stomp and, of course, the cramp stomp. And while you mad daddies might think all women are bad and are inclined to shout “burn she-devil, burn,” make sure to save it and pick up some corn-fed dames on the way to show. While you still might never figure out what's inside a girl, the Cramps' guitar-slinging queen of pain, Poison Ivy, will at least let you dip your ears into that hot pool of womenneed, just like a bad girl should. So grab some strychnine and zombie dance your way down to the Cramps, but be careful not to eat stuff off the sidewalk or the garbage man might be cleaning you up the next day.
The Cramps with the Demolition Dollrods and Groovy Ghoulies at the House of Blues, 1530 S. Disneyland Dr., Anaheim, (714) 778-2583; www.hob.com. Fri., 8 p.m. $25-27.50.
