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One of my absolute favorite articles of clothing in my closet is a beat-up, slightly holey, faded black Darkthrone t-shirt from 1998, with the band logo on the front, and “True Norwegian Black Metal” printed across the back. I share this, for what I hope are obvious reasons, to explain what initially drew me to Twin Serpent’s sophomore record, True Norwegian Blackgrass. That, and it was floating in an exclusive area of the sump pit reserved for those nuggets Steel specifically says need a review. Four years removed from their Loyal Blood Records 2022 debut, Feels Like Heaven, North Of Hell, which garnered comparisons to Godspeed You! Black Emperor and Tom Waits, this “cute outsider band” from Trondheim has a new label, Svart Records, and on True Norwegian Blackgrass, Twin Serpent teases “12 songs about love, betrayal and black holes with country licks, rock ‘n roll kicks and heaps of punk attitude.” So, coif those multi-colored mohawks, strap on those bullet-belts and arm spikes, and pull those cowboy boots on as we take True Norwegian Blackgrass for a prairie ride.

True Norwegian Blackgrass is a punk-infused, crust-country bluesabilly-thon full of quirky energy. Ditching the corpse paint and blood baths, Twin Serpent’s aesthetic is born from deliberate artistic intent—just scope that cover art touted as “weird, rowdy, and just a little bit black metal.” Face paint? Pfffft! Full body snake paint and no fucks given come standard. Spirited from the start, album opener “Space Heater” glides in on a wave of Dick Dale-esque surf guitar before going full-on Dead Kennedys with oodles of punkish energy and roars from Timo Silvola and Hanna Fauske that would have Fenriz smiling. From there, however, True Norwegian Blackgrass traverses a more eclectic musical terrain without sacrificing its punk moxie. Silvola’s countrified banjo plucks and acoustic strumming bring Bridge City Sinners and The Goddamn Gallows to mind (“Stellar Suicide”), but can folk out too on tracks like “Kipu Kivi,” which also features him chanting in his native Finnish. Back-boning Twin Serpent’s “rock”ier side are Fauske’s driving bass lines, Tony Gonzalez’s electric riffs and leads, and the shifty, exactly-what-we-need-when-we-need-it drumming of Viktor Kristensen. Together, these three bring a bluesy, alt-rock flair that had me feeling everything from Violent Femmes (“Hundromshelvete”) and Days of the New (“Tusen Takk”), to The Cramps (“Radiophobia”). To say True Norwegian Blackgrass seems a scatterbrained stew of styles would be an understatement, but I’ll be damned if Twin Serpent doesn’t pull it off.

Twin Serpent write big hooks, stacking True Norwegian Blackgrass with memorable moments. Whimsical percussion, poppy bass lines, and fuzzy guitar work make “Ærlig Talt” an off-kilter, punky fun ditty, while the catchier-than-thou chorus of the hoe-down-ready “Freak Flag” is stickier than hell, and should inspire mass consumption of cheap beer. My favorite song, ballad “Ain’t Home No More,” features a great harmonic duet between Silvola and Fauske, sung over simple banjo and acoustic guitar before feathering in surging electric chords that, in a live setting, could easily trail off into a stellar jam section. “Holy Ghost,” another tavern-tier stand-out, features more of Silvola and Fauske’s vocal harmonizations and sports a chorus that will have you swaying on your bar stool, arm around your drinking buddy, belting it out while sloshing beer from your pint glass.

Twin Serpent’s versatility is their greatest strength. I imagine they’d fit in just as easily gigging at the local brew pub as they would a barn dance or even Chicago’s Riot Fest. Covering so many musical landscapes, an album like True Norwegian Blackgrass could have easily landed as an unfocused mess. But it’s the vocal interplay, harmonies, and trade-offs between Silvola and Fauske—reminiscent of early B-52’s—keeping things intact. As many different places as this record goes, it still manages to sound like Twin Serpent, and with twelve tracks spanning 37 minutes—most songs clocking in between two and three minutes each—it never loiters long enough to get boring or tiresome. Dubbed “the wizard technician,” Vebjørn Svanberg Numme harnesses all of the foursome’s idiosyncrasies and channels them through a production that perfectly captures everything that makes the Twin Serpent sound tick.

True Norwegian Blackgrass is a wonderful change-of-pace album you could totally spin when you don’t know what to listen to. Twin Serpent have added all the right ingredients to create a recipe loaded with eclectic energy and punk rock attitude. From note one, I was hooked and had more fun with True Norwegian Blackgrass than I’d ever guessed. I fully recommend you give it a try too.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Svart Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

One of my absolute favorite articles of clothing in my closet is a beat-up, slightly holey, faded black Darkthrone t-shirt from 1998, with the band logo on the front, and “True Norwegian Black Metal” printed across the back. I share this, for what I hope are obvious reasons, to explain what initially drew me to Twin Serpent’s sophomore record, True Norwegian Blackgrass. That, and it was floating in an exclusive area of the sump pit reserved for those nuggets Steel specifically says need a review. Four years removed from their Loyal Blood Records 2022 debut, Feels Like Heaven, North Of Hell, which garnered comparisons to Godspeed You! Black Emperor and Tom Waits, this “cute outsider band” from Trondheim has a new label, Svart Records, and on True Norwegian Blackgrass, Twin Serpent teases “12 songs about love, betrayal and black holes with country licks, rock ‘n roll kicks and heaps of punk attitude.” So, coif those multi-colored mohawks, strap on those bullet-belts and arm spikes, and pull those cowboy boots on as we take True Norwegian Blackgrass for a prairie ride.

True Norwegian Blackgrass is a punk-infused, crust-country bluesabilly-thon full of quirky energy. Ditching the corpse paint and blood baths, Twin Serpent’s aesthetic is born from deliberate artistic intent—just scope that cover art touted as “weird, rowdy, and just a little bit black metal.” Face paint? Pfffft! Full body snake paint and no fucks given come standard. Spirited from the start, album opener “Space Heater” glides in on a wave of Dick Dale-esque surf guitar before going full-on Dead Kennedys with oodles of punkish energy and roars from Timo Silvola and Hanna Fauske that would have Fenriz smiling. From there, however, True Norwegian Blackgrass traverses a more eclectic musical terrain without sacrificing its punk moxie. Silvola’s countrified banjo plucks and acoustic strumming bring Bridge City Sinners and The Goddamn Gallows to mind (“Stellar Suicide”), but can folk out too on tracks like “Kipu Kivi,” which also features him chanting in his native Finnish. Back-boning Twin Serpent’s “rock”ier side are Fauske’s driving bass lines, Tony Gonzalez’s electric riffs and leads, and the shifty, exactly-what-we-need-when-we-need-it drumming of Viktor Kristensen. Together, these three bring a bluesy, alt-rock flair that had me feeling everything from Violent Femmes (“Hundromshelvete”) and Days of the New (“Tusen Takk”), to The Cramps (“Radiophobia”). To say True Norwegian Blackgrass seems a scatterbrained stew of styles would be an understatement, but I’ll be damned if Twin Serpent doesn’t pull it off.

Twin Serpent write big hooks, stacking True Norwegian Blackgrass with memorable moments. Whimsical percussion, poppy bass lines, and fuzzy guitar work make “Ærlig Talt” an off-kilter, punky fun ditty, while the catchier-than-thou chorus of the hoe-down-ready “Freak Flag” is stickier than hell, and should inspire mass consumption of cheap beer. My favorite song, ballad “Ain’t Home No More,” features a great harmonic duet between Silvola and Fauske, sung over simple banjo and acoustic guitar before feathering in surging electric chords that, in a live setting, could easily trail off into a stellar jam section. “Holy Ghost,” another tavern-tier stand-out, features more of Silvola and Fauske’s vocal harmonizations and sports a chorus that will have you swaying on your bar stool, arm around your drinking buddy, belting it out while sloshing beer from your pint glass.

Twin Serpent’s versatility is their greatest strength. I imagine they’d fit in just as easily gigging at the local brew pub as they would a barn dance or even Chicago’s Riot Fest. Covering so many musical landscapes, an album like True Norwegian Blackgrass could have easily landed as an unfocused mess. But it’s the vocal interplay, harmonies, and trade-offs between Silvola and Fauske—reminiscent of early B-52’s—keeping things intact. As many different places as this record goes, it still manages to sound like Twin Serpent, and with twelve tracks spanning 37 minutes—most songs clocking in between two and three minutes each—it never loiters long enough to get boring or tiresome. Dubbed “the wizard technician,” Vebjørn Svanberg Numme harnesses all of the foursome’s idiosyncrasies and channels them through a production that perfectly captures everything that makes the Twin Serpent sound tick.

True Norwegian Blackgrass is a wonderful change-of-pace album you could totally spin when you don’t know what to listen to. Twin Serpent have added all the right ingredients to create a recipe loaded with eclectic energy and punk rock attitude. From note one, I was hooked and had more fun with True Norwegian Blackgrass than I’d ever guessed. I fully recommend you give it a try too.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Svart Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

One of my absolute favorite articles of clothing in my closet is a beat-up, slightly holey, faded black Darkthrone t-shirt from 1998, with the band logo on the front, and “True Norwegian Black Metal” printed across the back. I share this, for what I hope are obvious reasons, to explain what initially drew me to Twin Serpent’s sophomore record, True Norwegian Blackgrass. That, and it was floating in an exclusive area of the sump pit reserved for those nuggets Steel specifically says need a review. Four years removed from their Loyal Blood Records 2022 debut, Feels Like Heaven, North Of Hell, which garnered comparisons to Godspeed You! Black Emperor and Tom Waits, this “cute outsider band” from Trondheim has a new label, Svart Records, and on True Norwegian Blackgrass, Twin Serpent teases “12 songs about love, betrayal and black holes with country licks, rock ‘n roll kicks and heaps of punk attitude.” So, coif those multi-colored mohawks, strap on those bullet-belts and arm spikes, and pull those cowboy boots on as we take True Norwegian Blackgrass for a prairie ride.

True Norwegian Blackgrass is a punk-infused, crust-country bluesabilly-thon full of quirky energy. Ditching the corpse paint and blood baths, Twin Serpent’s aesthetic is born from deliberate artistic intent—just scope that cover art touted as “weird, rowdy, and just a little bit black metal.” Face paint? Pfffft! Full body snake paint and no fucks given come standard. Spirited from the start, album opener “Space Heater” glides in on a wave of Dick Dale-esque surf guitar before going full-on Dead Kennedys with oodles of punkish energy and roars from Timo Silvola and Hanna Fauske that would have Fenriz smiling. From there, however, True Norwegian Blackgrass traverses a more eclectic musical terrain without sacrificing its punk moxie. Silvola’s countrified banjo plucks and acoustic strumming bring Bridge City Sinners and The Goddamn Gallows to mind (“Stellar Suicide”), but can folk out too on tracks like “Kipu Kivi,” which also features him chanting in his native Finnish. Back-boning Twin Serpent’s “rock”ier side are Fauske’s driving bass lines, Tony Gonzalez’s electric riffs and leads, and the shifty, exactly-what-we-need-when-we-need-it drumming of Viktor Kristensen. Together, these three bring a bluesy, alt-rock flair that had me feeling everything from Violent Femmes (“Hundromshelvete”) and Days of the New (“Tusen Takk”), to The Cramps (“Radiophobia”). To say True Norwegian Blackgrass seems a scatterbrained stew of styles would be an understatement, but I’ll be damned if Twin Serpent doesn’t pull it off.

Twin Serpent write big hooks, stacking True Norwegian Blackgrass with memorable moments. Whimsical percussion, poppy bass lines, and fuzzy guitar work make “Ærlig Talt” an off-kilter, punky fun ditty, while the catchier-than-thou chorus of the hoe-down-ready “Freak Flag” is stickier than hell, and should inspire mass consumption of cheap beer. My favorite song, ballad “Ain’t Home No More,” features a great harmonic duet between Silvola and Fauske, sung over simple banjo and acoustic guitar before feathering in surging electric chords that, in a live setting, could easily trail off into a stellar jam section. “Holy Ghost,” another tavern-tier stand-out, features more of Silvola and Fauske’s vocal harmonizations and sports a chorus that will have you swaying on your bar stool, arm around your drinking buddy, belting it out while sloshing beer from your pint glass.

Twin Serpent’s versatility is their greatest strength. I imagine they’d fit in just as easily gigging at the local brew pub as they would a barn dance or even Chicago’s Riot Fest. Covering so many musical landscapes, an album like True Norwegian Blackgrass could have easily landed as an unfocused mess. But it’s the vocal interplay, harmonies, and trade-offs between Silvola and Fauske—reminiscent of early B-52’s—keeping things intact. As many different places as this record goes, it still manages to sound like Twin Serpent, and with twelve tracks spanning 37 minutes—most songs clocking in between two and three minutes each—it never loiters long enough to get boring or tiresome. Dubbed “the wizard technician,” Vebjørn Svanberg Numme harnesses all of the foursome’s idiosyncrasies and channels them through a production that perfectly captures everything that makes the Twin Serpent sound tick.

True Norwegian Blackgrass is a wonderful change-of-pace album you could totally spin when you don’t know what to listen to. Twin Serpent have added all the right ingredients to create a recipe loaded with eclectic energy and punk rock attitude. From note one, I was hooked and had more fun with True Norwegian Blackgrass than I’d ever guessed. I fully recommend you give it a try too.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Svart Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

One of my absolute favorite articles of clothing in my closet is a beat-up, slightly holey, faded black Darkthrone t-shirt from 1998, with the band logo on the front, and “True Norwegian Black Metal” printed across the back. I share this, for what I hope are obvious reasons, to explain what initially drew me to Twin Serpent’s sophomore record, True Norwegian Blackgrass. That, and it was floating in an exclusive area of the sump pit reserved for those nuggets Steel specifically says need a review. Four years removed from their Loyal Blood Records 2022 debut, Feels Like Heaven, North Of Hell, which garnered comparisons to Godspeed You! Black Emperor and Tom Waits, this “cute outsider band” from Trondheim has a new label, Svart Records, and on True Norwegian Blackgrass, Twin Serpent teases “12 songs about love, betrayal and black holes with country licks, rock ‘n roll kicks and heaps of punk attitude.” So, coif those multi-colored mohawks, strap on those bullet-belts and arm spikes, and pull those cowboy boots on as we take True Norwegian Blackgrass for a prairie ride.

True Norwegian Blackgrass is a punk-infused, crust-country bluesabilly-thon full of quirky energy. Ditching the corpse paint and blood baths, Twin Serpent’s aesthetic is born from deliberate artistic intent—just scope that cover art touted as “weird, rowdy, and just a little bit black metal.” Face paint? Pfffft! Full body snake paint and no fucks given come standard. Spirited from the start, album opener “Space Heater” glides in on a wave of Dick Dale-esque surf guitar before going full-on Dead Kennedys with oodles of punkish energy and roars from Timo Silvola and Hanna Fauske that would have Fenriz smiling. From there, however, True Norwegian Blackgrass traverses a more eclectic musical terrain without sacrificing its punk moxie. Silvola’s countrified banjo plucks and acoustic strumming bring Bridge City Sinners and The Goddamn Gallows to mind (“Stellar Suicide”), but can folk out too on tracks like “Kipu Kivi,” which also features him chanting in his native Finnish. Back-boning Twin Serpent’s “rock”ier side are Fauske’s driving bass lines, Tony Gonzalez’s electric riffs and leads, and the shifty, exactly-what-we-need-when-we-need-it drumming of Viktor Kristensen. Together, these three bring a bluesy, alt-rock flair that had me feeling everything from Violent Femmes (“Hundromshelvete”) and Days of the New (“Tusen Takk”), to The Cramps (“Radiophobia”). To say True Norwegian Blackgrass seems a scatterbrained stew of styles would be an understatement, but I’ll be damned if Twin Serpent doesn’t pull it off.

Twin Serpent write big hooks, stacking True Norwegian Blackgrass with memorable moments. Whimsical percussion, poppy bass lines, and fuzzy guitar work make “Ærlig Talt” an off-kilter, punky fun ditty, while the catchier-than-thou chorus of the hoe-down-ready “Freak Flag” is stickier than hell, and should inspire mass consumption of cheap beer. My favorite song, ballad “Ain’t Home No More,” features a great harmonic duet between Silvola and Fauske, sung over simple banjo and acoustic guitar before feathering in surging electric chords that, in a live setting, could easily trail off into a stellar jam section. “Holy Ghost,” another tavern-tier stand-out, features more of Silvola and Fauske’s vocal harmonizations and sports a chorus that will have you swaying on your bar stool, arm around your drinking buddy, belting it out while sloshing beer from your pint glass.

Twin Serpent’s versatility is their greatest strength. I imagine they’d fit in just as easily gigging at the local brew pub as they would a barn dance or even Chicago’s Riot Fest. Covering so many musical landscapes, an album like True Norwegian Blackgrass could have easily landed as an unfocused mess. But it’s the vocal interplay, harmonies, and trade-offs between Silvola and Fauske—reminiscent of early B-52’s—keeping things intact. As many different places as this record goes, it still manages to sound like Twin Serpent, and with twelve tracks spanning 37 minutes—most songs clocking in between two and three minutes each—it never loiters long enough to get boring or tiresome. Dubbed “the wizard technician,” Vebjørn Svanberg Numme harnesses all of the foursome’s idiosyncrasies and channels them through a production that perfectly captures everything that makes the Twin Serpent sound tick.

True Norwegian Blackgrass is a wonderful change-of-pace album you could totally spin when you don’t know what to listen to. Twin Serpent have added all the right ingredients to create a recipe loaded with eclectic energy and punk rock attitude. From note one, I was hooked and had more fun with True Norwegian Blackgrass than I’d ever guessed. I fully recommend you give it a try too.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Svart Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

One of my absolute favorite articles of clothing in my closet is a beat-up, slightly holey, faded black Darkthrone t-shirt from 1998, with the band logo on the front, and “True Norwegian Black Metal” printed across the back. I share this, for what I hope are obvious reasons, to explain what initially drew me to Twin Serpent’s sophomore record, True Norwegian Blackgrass. That, and it was floating in an exclusive area of the sump pit reserved for those nuggets Steel specifically says need a review. Four years removed from their Loyal Blood Records 2022 debut, Feels Like Heaven, North Of Hell, which garnered comparisons to Godspeed You! Black Emperor and Tom Waits, this “cute outsider band” from Trondheim has a new label, Svart Records, and on True Norwegian Blackgrass, Twin Serpent teases “12 songs about love, betrayal and black holes with country licks, rock ‘n roll kicks and heaps of punk attitude.” So, coif those multi-colored mohawks, strap on those bullet-belts and arm spikes, and pull those cowboy boots on as we take True Norwegian Blackgrass for a prairie ride.

True Norwegian Blackgrass is a punk-infused, crust-country bluesabilly-thon full of quirky energy. Ditching the corpse paint and blood baths, Twin Serpent’s aesthetic is born from deliberate artistic intent—just scope that cover art touted as “weird, rowdy, and just a little bit black metal.” Face paint? Pfffft! Full body snake paint and no fucks given come standard. Spirited from the start, album opener “Space Heater” glides in on a wave of Dick Dale-esque surf guitar before going full-on Dead Kennedys with oodles of punkish energy and roars from Timo Silvola and Hanna Fauske that would have Fenriz smiling. From there, however, True Norwegian Blackgrass traverses a more eclectic musical terrain without sacrificing its punk moxie. Silvola’s countrified banjo plucks and acoustic strumming bring Bridge City Sinners and The Goddamn Gallows to mind (“Stellar Suicide”), but can folk out too on tracks like “Kipu Kivi,” which also features him chanting in his native Finnish. Back-boning Twin Serpent’s “rock”ier side are Fauske’s driving bass lines, Tony Gonzalez’s electric riffs and leads, and the shifty, exactly-what-we-need-when-we-need-it drumming of Viktor Kristensen. Together, these three bring a bluesy, alt-rock flair that had me feeling everything from Violent Femmes (“Hundromshelvete”) and Days of the New (“Tusen Takk”), to The Cramps (“Radiophobia”). To say True Norwegian Blackgrass seems a scatterbrained stew of styles would be an understatement, but I’ll be damned if Twin Serpent doesn’t pull it off.

Twin Serpent write big hooks, stacking True Norwegian Blackgrass with memorable moments. Whimsical percussion, poppy bass lines, and fuzzy guitar work make “Ærlig Talt” an off-kilter, punky fun ditty, while the catchier-than-thou chorus of the hoe-down-ready “Freak Flag” is stickier than hell, and should inspire mass consumption of cheap beer. My favorite song, ballad “Ain’t Home No More,” features a great harmonic duet between Silvola and Fauske, sung over simple banjo and acoustic guitar before feathering in surging electric chords that, in a live setting, could easily trail off into a stellar jam section. “Holy Ghost,” another tavern-tier stand-out, features more of Silvola and Fauske’s vocal harmonizations and sports a chorus that will have you swaying on your bar stool, arm around your drinking buddy, belting it out while sloshing beer from your pint glass.

Twin Serpent’s versatility is their greatest strength. I imagine they’d fit in just as easily gigging at the local brew pub as they would a barn dance or even Chicago’s Riot Fest. Covering so many musical landscapes, an album like True Norwegian Blackgrass could have easily landed as an unfocused mess. But it’s the vocal interplay, harmonies, and trade-offs between Silvola and Fauske—reminiscent of early B-52’s—keeping things intact. As many different places as this record goes, it still manages to sound like Twin Serpent, and with twelve tracks spanning 37 minutes—most songs clocking in between two and three minutes each—it never loiters long enough to get boring or tiresome. Dubbed “the wizard technician,” Vebjørn Svanberg Numme harnesses all of the foursome’s idiosyncrasies and channels them through a production that perfectly captures everything that makes the Twin Serpent sound tick.

True Norwegian Blackgrass is a wonderful change-of-pace album you could totally spin when you don’t know what to listen to. Twin Serpent have added all the right ingredients to create a recipe loaded with eclectic energy and punk rock attitude. From note one, I was hooked and had more fun with True Norwegian Blackgrass than I’d ever guessed. I fully recommend you give it a try too.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Svart Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

Bad photo of a mural outside Wooden Tooth record store in #tucson of poison ivy from #TheCramps

She is, imo, a vastly underrated guitarist and it is so sad she seemed to stop working when Lux Interior died, but understandable.

The Cramps are more feminist than every “female fronted” band in the world. Rock’n’Roll not Bullshit!

https://word.undead-network.de/2026/04/26/the-cramps-are-more-feminist-than-every-female-fronted-band-in-the-world-rocknroll-not-bullshit/
#candydelmar #music #punk #real #rockabilly #theCramps

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the shame
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Released today 46 years ago:

🇺🇸 The Cramps "Songs the Lord Taught Us" – 1980

A filthy, reverb-soaked album that rewires 50s rock ’n’ roll into something sleazy and dangerous. Lux Interior’s unhinged vocal delivery and Poison Ivy’s razor-sharp guitar work define the record’s identity: equal parts horror, humor, and raw sexual energy...

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In memory of Nicholas George Stephanoff aka Nick Knox, American longtime drummer for the influential psychobilly punk rock band the Cramps, born on this day in 1953, Cleveland, Ohio.

The Cramps - Mad Daddy live

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Today 73 years old 💝 🔥 🍀
Happy Birthday to the one and only Kristy Marlana Wallace aka Poison Ivy Rorschach, co-founder of the American punk rock band The Cramps, born on this day 1953 in San Bernardino, California.

📸 Brian Rasic

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🇺🇸 The Cramps "Songs The Lord Taught Us" – 1980

Pure, filthy rockabilly-punk chaos. Sounds like it was recorded in a haunted garage, turning old rock ’n’ roll into something dangerous, horny, and completely unhinged.

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17 years ago today - gone but never forgotten 🖤

In memory of punk rock legend Erick Lee Purkhiser aka Lux ​​Interior, singer and founding member of The Cramps, who died on this day in 2009 at the age of 62

📸 Michael Grecco

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As this new year has gotten off to a right proper, lunacy-fueled start, I scoured the sump pit in search of something to pen my first review of 2026 on. As I poked through the pickens, slim as they were, I spied one of my favorite tags: ‘Steel says review,’ sitting unclaimed. Self-described as ‘free form death-jazz,’ Umeå, Sweden’s Backengrillen play music that is a paean to chaos and destruction. The basic idea is to take a death/doom metal, or noiserock riff and play it until it loses meaning and then break it apart like a ravenous cat would a tiny forest mouse. Okay, I thought, I’ll bite. Formed primarily from the ashes of the now twice-dead Swedish post-hardcore legends Refused, vocalist Dennis Lyxzén, bassist Magnus Flagge, and drummer David Sandström have partnered with composer and saxophonist Mats Gustafsson to release Backengrillen, their eponymous debut album on Svart Records. Backengrillen cull inspiration from The Cramps and Little Richard to Entombed, Misfits, and Can. With such an eclectic cadre of performers to draw muse from, I was thoroughly intrigued to dive into Backengrillen and discover what I had gotten myself into.

Experimentally chaotic yet at times catchy and compelling, Backengrillen reaps seeds first sown on Refused’s initial 1998 swan song, The Shape of Punk to Come. Where TSoPtC only dabbled outside traditional punk and hardcore tropes, though, Backengrillen embeds those fringe elements of ambiance, electronics, and jazzy instrumentation as the spine of its soundscape, with Gustafsson carrying most of the weird load. His role as frenetic flautist, huffing, puffing, and grunting violently over his flute’s embouchure like some deranged Ian Anderson (“Dör för långsamt”), and psychotic saxophonist, skronking, squawking, and swooning (“Backengrillen”), counterbalances Backengrillen’s more alt-punk style, homogenizing the whole into something akin to Morphine on meth.

Backengrillen by Backengrillen

Written during Backengrillen’s first rehearsal, performed live the next day, then recorded the day after that, Backengrillen is a gutsy shot in the dark. As off-the-cuff as it is, there are moments on Backengrillen that came off way more methodical than the nature of their origin would suggest. Launching from a simple, keyed melody, “A Hate Inferior” builds slowly as layers of drums, bass, and smarmy sax eventually coalesce into a scorched-earth sludge bomb that hits around the three-minute mark, and is topped off by Lyxzén’s nuclear scream, whose vocals sound like a mix of Zach de la Rocha and Jello Biafra. From that point on, the track had me rocking a slow and steady stank-faced head bob. Then there’s, at least for me, the humorously titled “Repeater II,” which is the shortest and most traditionally structured of the bunch—clocking in at a brisk six minutes forty-three seconds. A rompy, punk-fueled ditty that sounds like a mix of The Cramps, Dead Kennedys, and Nirvana, with a bit of sax thrown in for good measure, and Lyxzén, at his most Biafra-like, shouting the infectious chorus, ‘Hey, repeat it, repeat it again,’ over and over.

Whipped up quicker than a batch of Mom’s Rice Krispies treats, Backengrillen suffers most from impoverished improvisation. Despite the churlish charm present on the tracks mentioned above, the rest of this five-song, fifty-three-minute monster isn’t nearly as engaging or easy to listen to. “Dör för långsamt,” for example, is just over thirteen minutes of Gustaffson’s squawky, dying-animal sax playing entwined with a bevy of Lyxzén’s screeches, screams, grunts, and queasy, drunken-sounding chorus lines layered over a plodding, tribal bass and drum beat. “Backengrillen” fares no better, eleven minutes of sluggish drum and bass holding up Gustaffson’s breathy, trilly flute and barely tuned saxophone alongside another Lyxzén performance made up of pitchy, swaying chants and lots of grunting screams. And on every play through, by the time “Socialism or Barbarism” rolled around, I was checked out and ready to move on. This made slogging through the tracks’ first three minutes of electronic noise that much harder to digest, let alone the remaining 7.5 minutes.

Had this been recorded as one continuous, fully improvised live set in some Västerbotten County dive-bar, complete with sparse crowd reactions, by four musicians who’d never played one note together, it might have hit different.1 As it stands, my greatest takeaway from this experience was discovering Refused, which I actually had a lot of fun listening to during my prep. And for those wondering, why no puns, here you go. Ultimately, there isn’t enough meat grillen here to get me to come Backen.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Svart Records
Websites: Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: January 23, 2026

What a combination 😍

Poison Ivy and her Gretsch G6120JR2 Nashville Junior

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🇺🇸 The Cramps "Gravest Hits" – 1979

A feral collision of rockabilly, punk, and B-movie horror featuring raw riffs, sleazy swagger, and a sound that crawls straight out of the gutter...

#thecramps #psychobilly #punkrock #garagepunk #rockabilly #70smusic #vinyl #music #vinylrecords #vinylcollection #vinylcollector #nowspinningonvinyl #nowspinning #nowlistening

HAPPY HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY TO ALEX CHILTON + SUNDAY MATINEE MUSIC VIDEO “Soul Deep” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0PeiKGpEsQ

#birthday #alexchilton #boxtops #souldeep #soul #bigstar #memphis #neworleans #letter #psychedelic #danpenn #spooneroldham #chipsmoman #bubblegum #flanneryoconnor #bangles #cheaptrick #beachboys #brianwilson #tavfalco #pantherburns #psychobilly #thecramps #garytalley #waynecarsonthompson #eddyarnold #garyusbonds #ginblossoms #robertflack #johnnyjblair #singeratlarge #singersongwriter

HAPPY HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY TO ALEX CHILTON + SUNDAY MATINEE MUSIC VIDEO “Soul Deep” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0PeiKGpEsQ

#birthday #alexchilton #boxtops #souldeep #soul #bigstar #memphis #neworleans #letter #psychedelic #danpenn #spooneroldham #chipsmoman #bubblegum #flanneryoconnor #bangles #cheaptrick #beachboys #brianwilson #tavfalco #pantherburns #psychobilly #thecramps #garytalley #waynecarsonthompson #eddyarnold #garyusbonds #ginblossoms #robertflack #johnnyjblair #singeratlarge #singersongwriter

It's so good to see her like this 😍❤️

Rare portrait (October 2025): A recent photo posted on Facebook shows Poison Ivy with Rocky Schenck, the Cramps' longtime photographer.

#punk #punks #punkrock #womenofpunk #poisonivy #thecramps #history #punkrockhistory

Différentes pochettes pour combler le vide des boitiers cristal de cds copiés.
Libre adaptation de couvertures d'albums des Toots and The Maytals, Wanda Jackson, Basement 5 et Cramps.

#tootsandthemaytals #wandajackson #basement5 #cramps #thecramps #fiendsofdopeisland #fritzbol #atelierscarole

Différentes pochettes pour combler le vide des boitiers cristal de cds copiés.
Libre adaptation de couvertures d'albums des Toots and The Maytals, Wanda Jackson, Basement 5 et Cramps.

#tootsandthemaytals #wandajackson #basement5 #cramps #thecramps #fiendsofdopeisland #fritzbol #atelierscarole

32 years ago today
The Cramps at CBGB, December 10, 1993, 20 years after the iconic Club opened.

Photo by Ebet Roberts

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44 years ago
Poison Ivy and Lux Interior, photo published in the Los Angeles Times, December 1981

Awesome 🔥❤️

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The Cramps - Human Fly

Essen, Zeche Carl, Germany, April 26, 1998

#punk #punks #punkrock #psychobilly #thecramps #luxinterior #poisonivy #history #punkrockhistory

In memory of Erick Lee Purkhiser aka Lux Interior, American singer and a founding member of the garage punk band The Cramps, born on this day in 1946, Stow, Ohio

Photo by David Corio

#punk #punks #punkrock #luxinterior #thecramps #history #punkrockhistory #otd

The Cramps - Mad Daddy

Live at Lokerese Festival 2006

#punk #punks #punkrock #psychobilly #luxinterior #poisonivy #thecramps #history #punkrockhistory

Il teaser trailer di "The Cramps: A Period Piece": horror scritto e diretto dalla debuttante Brooke H. Cellars.
#thecramps #brookehcellars #trailer #cinema #horror #cinemahorror
https://www.klub99.it/2025/09/15/the-cramps-a-period-piece-il-teaser-trailer-della-commedia-horror/

33 years ago
Poison Ivy of The Cramps, the queen of psychobilly punk rock, at Tamaris Rock Festival, August 1992.

Photo by Demed

#punk #punks #punkrock #womanofpunk #poisonivy #thecramps #history #punkrockhistory

19 years ago today

The Cramps - Let's Get Fucked Up (Live in Norway 11.08.2006 - TV broadcast)

3 months before their last show at the Marquee Theater in Tempe, Arizona.

#punk #punks #punkrock #thecramps #poisonivy #luxinterior #history #punkrockhistory #otd

https://youtu.be/hwIMQvdBl88?si=IUjCDmWgCB1weMF0

Poison Ivy of The Cramps, performing on stage at Town and Country Club, Kentish Town, London, UK, 29/10/1991.

Photo by Ian Dickson

#punk #punks #punkrock #punklegend #thecramps #poisonivy #womenofpunk #history #punkrockhistory

🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on #BBC6Music's #TheCollection

The Cramps:
🎵 Can Your Pussy Do The Dog?

#TheCramps

https://kafadankontak.bandcamp.com/track/no-valentine-can-your-pussy-do-the-dog

https://open.spotify.com/track/2zsSadFqIXyjhcwlxJIl1s

When the leaves fall down and they build up…
They turn in to some sticky gutter muck.

You got no luck – when it builds up
The Gutter Muck

#TheCramps #Parody #RainGutters

Poison Ivy & Candy Del Mar of The Cramps at the Ritz, New York City in 1988

Photo by Nick Lurking

#punk #punks #punkrock #womenofpunk #candydelmar #poisonivy #thecramps #history #punkrockhistory

In memory of Nicholas George Stephanoff aka Nick Knox, American longtime drummer for the influential psychobilly punk rock band the Cramps, born on this day in 1953, Cleveland, Ohio.

#punk #punks #punkrock #punkdrummer #NickKnox #thecramps #history #punkrockhistory #otd

Poison Ivy and Lux Interior with their massive record collection

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16 years ago today - gone but never forgotten 🖤

In memory of punk rock legend Erick Lee Purkhiser aka Lux ​​Interior, singer and founding member of The Cramps, who died on this day in 2009 at the age of 62

Photo by Martyn Goodacre

#punks #punkrock #luxinterior #thecramps #history #punkrockhistory #otd

Poison Ivy and Lux ​​Interior of The Cramps 🖤❤️

The most famous couple in punk rock

#punk #punks #punkrock #oldschoolpunk #punklegends #thecramps #poisonivy #luxinterior #history #punkrockhistory

Time once again to share out the greatest unofficial #Christmas comp ever, the #LuxInterior mixtape _Jeezus Fuck, It's Christmas_! If you haven't heard this, you need it. #thecramps #music https://www.bossradio66.com/2022/12/jeezus-fuck-its-christmas-re-upload.html

43 years ago
The Cramps, photo published in the Los Angeles Times, December 1981

Wonderful 🔥❤️

#punk #punks #punkrock #thecramps #poisonivy #luxinterior #history #punkrockhistory

#QuédateConQuienTeMire como Lux a Ivy.

#PoisonIvy #LuxInterior #TheCramps

In memory Lux Interior ❤️

October 21, 1946 - February 4, 2009

The Cramps - Los Angeles (1980)

#punk #punks #punkrock #luxinterior #thecramps #history #punkrockhistory #otd

In memory of Erick Lee Purkhiser aka Lux Interior, American singer and a founding member of the garage punk band The Cramps, born on this day in 1946, Stow, Ohio

Photo by Cor Jabaaij

#punk #punks #punkrock #luxinterior #thecramps #history #punkrockhistory #otd

"Human Fly" -- The Cramps

live at Zeche Carl, Essen, Germany, October 1998

#punk #punks #punkrock #thecramps #humanfly #poisonivy #luxinterior #history #punkrockhistory

"CRASH BANG: Pictures from a Punk" Photographer DB Burkeman found some undeveloped rolls of film at his mom's house; photos he took when he was a teenage punk in the 70's

https://www.fluxmagazine.com/crash-bang-pictures-from-a-punk-db-burkeman/

#Music #Photography #Punk #PunkRock #PostPunk #IggyPop #Ramones #SexPistols #DebbyHarry #SiouxsieAndTheBanshees #TheDamned#JohnnyThunders #Magazine #MarianneFaithful #GlenMatlock #SidAndNancy #TheCramps #XRaySpex #HowardDevoto #Squeeze #TheGoGos #FlyingLizards #TheSlits #HalfHeartedFanatic

"CRASH BANG: Pictures from a Punk" Photographer DB Burkeman found some undeveloped rolls of film at his mom's house; photos he took when he was a teenage punk in the 70's

https://www.fluxmagazine.com/crash-bang-pictures-from-a-punk-db-burkeman/

#Music #Photography #Punk #PunkRock #PostPunk #IggyPop #Ramones #SexPistols #DebbyHarry #SiouxsieAndTheBanshees #TheDamned#JohnnyThunders #Magazine #MarianneFaithful #GlenMatlock #SidAndNancy #TheCramps #XRaySpex #HowardDevoto #Squeeze #TheGoGos #FlyingLizards #TheSlits #HalfHeartedFanatic

"CRASH BANG: Pictures from a Punk" Photographer DB Burkeman found some undeveloped rolls of film at his mom's house; photos he took when he was a teenage punk in the 70's

https://www.fluxmagazine.com/crash-bang-pictures-from-a-punk-db-burkeman/

#Music #Photography #Punk #PunkRock #PostPunk #IggyPop #Ramones #SexPistols #DebbyHarry #SiouxsieAndTheBanshees #TheDamned#JohnnyThunders #Magazine #MarianneFaithful #GlenMatlock #SidAndNancy #TheCramps #XRaySpex #HowardDevoto #Squeeze #TheGoGos #FlyingLizards #TheSlits #HalfHeartedFanatic

"CRASH BANG: Pictures from a Punk" Photographer DB Burkeman found some undeveloped rolls of film at his mom's house; photos he took when he was a teenage punk in the 70's

https://www.fluxmagazine.com/crash-bang-pictures-from-a-punk-db-burkeman/

#Music #Photography #Punk #PunkRock #PostPunk #IggyPop #Ramones #SexPistols #DebbyHarry #SiouxsieAndTheBanshees #TheDamned#JohnnyThunders #Magazine #MarianneFaithful #GlenMatlock #SidAndNancy #TheCramps #XRaySpex #HowardDevoto #Squeeze #TheGoGos #FlyingLizards #TheSlits #HalfHeartedFanatic

"CRASH BANG: Pictures from a Punk" Photographer DB Burkeman found some undeveloped rolls of film at his mom's house; photos he took when he was a teenage punk in the 70's

https://www.fluxmagazine.com/crash-bang-pictures-from-a-punk-db-burkeman/

#Music #Photography #Punk #PunkRock #PostPunk #IggyPop #Ramones #SexPistols #DebbyHarry #SiouxsieAndTheBanshees #TheDamned#JohnnyThunders #Magazine #MarianneFaithful #GlenMatlock #SidAndNancy #TheCramps #XRaySpex #HowardDevoto #Squeeze #TheGoGos #FlyingLizards #TheSlits #HalfHeartedFanatic

Y otro logro desbloqueado: #KidCongoPowers y sus Pink Monkey Birds.

El guitarra de #TheGunClub, #TheCramps y #NickCaveAndTheBadSeeds ha mostrado su repertorio, ha declarado su pasión incondicional por #JeffreyLeePierce y ha homenajeado a la banda de éste y a la de #LuxInterior y #PoisonIvy.

#psychobilly #GarageRock #ArtRock

32 years ago
Poison Ivy of The Cramps, the queen of psychobilly punk rock, at Tamaris Rock Festival, August 1992.

Photo by Demed

#punk #punks #punkrock #womanofpunk #poisonivy #thecramps #history #punkrockhistory