I tried to just concentrate on the music here, but there were a couple other distractions that I could not pull my eyes away from. First, the packaging sucks. The liner notes are so small they might as well have been written in Latin for all I can make out. And the bassist is wearing a super skintight shirt on the inner cover. It’s beyond regular Swiss cheese. The music is serviceable, but nothing that will kill any brain cells. Unless all your Cramps (R.I.P. Lux Interior) records were destroyed in a fire, you probably don’t need this one.