Lux Interior: The King is Dead
He was the Mad, Mad Daddy.
He was Elvis Fucking Christ.
He was the Garbage Man and the Human Fly, and one of our biggest and earliest influnces, without The Cramps there would certainly be no Zombina or any Skeletones...
May fleets of bikini angels with machine guns escort Uncle Lux to some black leather heaven, where may he indulge in ludicrous acts of hedonism for all eternity. We will miss him. Everyone in the world who knows the true meaning of rock n' roll will miss him too.
Our thoughts are with Poison Ivy.
RIP? Tear It Up!
Posted on: 05/02/09 at: 14:58