And they still seem damn crazy. There's a mess of loud fuzz guitar and some theremin-tinged spine-tingling here ("Hang Up," "Mojo Man From Mars") that was missing from the band's last couple of releases. Lux Interior can't really do the warbly larynx as much, but he's supplanted that with a gnarly growl. And he can still pencil up some fractured yuks ("Elvis Fucking Christ," "Dr. Fucker M.D.," "She's Got Balls"). A couple of tunes are too long, but after a five-year hiatus spent reclaiming the rights to their entire catalog and reissuing it on their own Vengeance imprint, maybe they figured they should wail away for the faithful. And in the Cramps' decadent otherworld, more is always better.