Four years after the release of their previous album (Psychedelic Jungle), The Cramps got it together and got it as right as they ever have. The sound they hit upon on "A Date With Elvis" is pure Rockabilly (but thoroughly tounge-in-cheek) EVIL.
A hundred miles an hour down a one way street...
With the exception of the over-the-top (even for them) "Kizmiaz" - just too slow and winding to make the cut amongst all this goodness, every other song on this album would make a Cramps best of.
It's probably no coincidence that the smuttier the songs, the better they sound. "Cornfed Dames", with it's references to whipping that milk until the butter comes etc etc, has a savage one-note guitar solo that sounds so evil that it's no wonder The Jesus and Mary Chain rated Poison Ivy as one of THE greatest guitar players EVER!
Benny Hill-isms? You betcha. The monster madness of their past is gone for the (what would become standard) double intendre. Can Your Pussy Do the Dog? If you think that that song has ANYTHING to do with pets then STOP READING NOW!
Looking for deep insights into the human psyche? Ha ha ha. You will however get to hear Lux Interior cluck like a chicken, meow like a cat, woof like a dog and god knows what else: you'll hear a pre-school kid's choir sing the chorus of "People Ain't No Good (they never do what you think they should...)", hear Lux Interior's best Elvis impersonation in (what else but...) "Aloha From Hell" and so much more. In fact Dr Suess would be proud of the chorus line for "Chicken": "Boiled chicken fried chicken cotton pickin chicken".
(But hang on: deep insights there are - the album ending off with a beautiful version of Charlie Feathers' (godfather of Rockabilly?) "It's Just That Song" - it sounds like a staggering drunk heading home for the night... it sounds like a man with no hope at all... such a perfect ending for such an adrenaline filled album)
But that guitar sound! Goddamn it.