Lux Interior, CRAMPS founder, has died.

Today is a dark day. The lead singer of the Cramps, Lux Interior, has passed away at age 60. In the liner notes of the Cramps' "Gravest Hits" record, he was described as "the psycho-sexual Elvis/Werewolf hybrid from hell." He is survived by his wife and longtime collaborator, the beautiful and deadly Miss Poison Ivy.

Above, here he is with the band in their early days, performing a free concert in 1978 for patients at the Napa State Mental Hospital. It is perhaps not the best quality recording of their work, and not even their best performance, but it's the kind of reckless, free-floating awesome they were. (Thanks, Derek Bledsoe)


  1. “Gravest Hits” was the Cramps’ first record I ever heard.It was a nice black and white vinyl. Now that I think about, it had the liner notes, but I can’t remember much of them.

    Anyway, it’s sad. He’ll be remembered.

  2. r.i.p., lux! still got the c.d.’s and the memories( most of em at least) from the times i saw u cats in the ’80s! good times were had by most! and, yes. my pussy can still do the dog.

  3. How utterly lame. I was listening to “A Date With Elvis” just a couple days ago. I am now very mad that I missed my chance to see them during their last tour.

    He’ll be missed. All my thoughts to Ivy.

    — Rick Sparks, Los Angeles CA

  4. “I wanna leave a happy memory when I go,
    I wanna leave something to let the whole world know,
    that the rock n roll daddy has a done passed on
    but my bones will keep a rockin’ long after I’ve gone”

    Peace be with you, Lux.
    Thank you for scaring, entertaining & inspiring so many of us.

  5. I am so glad I saw The Cramps every chance I got. I’m honoring his memory tonight by listening to all nine volumes of Lux and Ivy’s Favorites in succession.

    Cheers to you, Lux, and deepest condolences to Ivy.

  6. the original rumor of his dying by auto-erotic asphyxiation proved false. kind of a let-down. that seemed almost a perfectly dire way for this pandemonius psychonaut to go out. Lux will be missed.

  7. Somehow “Rest in Peace” just doesn’t seem fitting for that most energetic of humans ever. “Restless in Pieces” perhaps?

    This really, really, really sucks. I honestly thought he’d live forever.

    When I saw them play in 2000 I was utterly blown away that a guy in his fifties could do what he did on stage. He rocked all over anybody I’d ever seen live, climbing on top of these massive speakers, pulling the whole microphone stand up and shoving it into his pants convulsing the whole time and never missing a grunt in the song. I so wanted to believe that type of thing would be good for your heart…

  8. See my post about “hilaritas” earlier today. You had no small measure of that, Lux. RIP.

    Perfect, fitting quote.

  9. Good article about Lux and the band here ( that has a bunch more videos including their appearance on Beverly Hills 90210 (?!)

  10. NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

    Sad sad sad day for rock and roll!

    These guys turned me on to so much cool fracking music it’s sickening.

    His & Ivy’s stage presences were unmatchable, I couldn’t really get into some of the more recent stuff as much but damn they were great live.

    Tomorrow I will make sure I drink to his memory.

  11. Dammit.

    I only saw them once, when they toured for “Stay Sick.” Phenomenal.

    Condolences to Poison Ivy.

    But I hope he comes back as Zombie Lux. It’s only fitting.

  12. Really sad to hear this. Seeing my older brother’s friend wearing a shirt bearing the cover of Bad Music for Bad People is one if my earliest punk-associated memories. Their last album, Fiends of Dope of Island (2003), had some great stuff on it, Dr. Fucker M.D. and Elvis Fucking Christ in particular. A friend of mine saw them in Minneapolis around the time Big Beat from Badsville came out, and it being one of the last shows on the tour the band was selling tonnes of shit off. My friend got Lux’s battered and twisted mike stand.

  13. Here’s hoping they bury him in a knotty-pine box so he can go through Hell a poppin’ and a crackin’.

    … and to whoever stole my “Live: Smell of Female” t-shirt from the Maytag Laundry next door to the Alhambra theater in 1988: I hope you still have it.

  14. Seriously…I just discovered the awesomeness of the Cramps a few years ago, and it has been my dream since to actually see this crazy guy (to put it lightly) in concert. He was so fucking cool. I feel pretty terribly for Ivy, since they’ve been married over thirty years (I think).

    I’m sad :(

  15. Sad news, indeed. For those of you who never got a chance to see the Cramps live, well, you missed seeing the last pure showman in rock. Rest in peace, Lux and my deepest sympathies to Kristy. – Lala

  16. The way you capitalized CRAMPS in the headline, I thought you were talking about some role-playing game, like GURPS Cyberpunk.

  17. Lux was a hero for a few generations of misfits. He’ll be a hero and missed by many more! Long live Cramps!

  18. I first saw and was a little freaked out by Lux in “URGH! A Music War” when I was nigh on 14. I love love loved “Bad Music…” and “Psychedelic Jungle” throughout most of high school. It was tremendous redemption several years ago when I read the story of he and Ivy’s humble beginnings as the lone freaks back in Ohi’, and their roles as outsiders and music fans before moving out to the big wide world.

    I loved reading him being such a positive mind, especially since over the years I had accumulated a sense of Cramps fans tending toward the insufferable. He was not like this at all, and I would not have the Charlie Feathers vinyl box, nor the volume of “Pebbles” that has the original “Green Fuz,” both of which I acquired only in the last few years after not having been a fan for quite a while.

    Last of the true showmen in rock, perhaps, but also one in a long line of obscurantist music nerd performers, giving light to the artists that time and success had long swept under the rug. “Psychobilly” as a genre is almost an insult, he was a rocker through and through.

    Rest In Peace, Lux. oooWAAAHHHooooWAAAHHH!!

  19. So sad…. Poison Ivy was my very first band interview I ever did when I was just a wee lass in college. Every time the Cramps rolled into Denver I’d go see them play. The fact that Lux and the band always made a pit-stop at Wax Trax Records to load up on rare vinyl for their collection always made me love them even more.

    Lux will be missed greatly by all.

  20. In 1990, I met Lux and Ivy at Tony Alamo’s Western store in Nashville while driving across the country in my zebra striped VW Thing. We kept just missing the Cramps and we hoped we’d be in the same city with them so we could see them.

    I told Lux that I was from Sacramento since everyone in Sacto knows that they met here and I wanted to know what he thought about Sac. They had an apartment that’s just down the street from me now. He was excited which was weird because I was super excited to meet them.

    Sadly, a skinhead showed up and started with the fan drooling obsession, so Ivy cut it short.

    Later that day, we met that big mouthed singer guy from Aerosmith. We mooched a dollar off to play arcade games. He pulled out a huge roll of cash and he was with a girl that we thought was a prostitute when we saw her on the streets.

    I always thought Lux would live forever. Someone go check on Iggy.

  21. Lux was one of a kind. If he wasn’t, then he had a hand in the creation of any zombie-esque impostors that still roam areas of southern california to this day. Regrettably, I only got to see the real thing a couple of times.

  22. I went to see The Cramps the very first time they played here in Detroit, in the late Seventies, at Bookie’s on Six Mile. No one really knew who they were at the time, the place was maybe half-full at best, but man they put on a helluva show. I’d seen photos of them in a magazine called New York Rock Scene, and because they looked so strange, so cool, and so different, I just thought I’d take the plunge and go see them. I think Ivy was called Ivy Rorschach back then, she wore fish-net nylons with holes in them under a mini-skirt, heavy black makeup around her eyes, a sullen mouth, beehive hair, and she just stood and played, but very sexy in her stillness. Lux was just the opposite, performing in a very Iggyesque fashion, just climbing, writhing, crawling all over the place. Bryan Gregory was with them then, with a lank of streaked hair over one side of his face, tattoos over both arms, and a chicken-bone earring hanging from one ear. His face was pitted and sunken, and he played a Flying V guitar that was half and half, white w/ black polka dots, and black w/ white polka dots. He reminded me of a dissipated Joe D’Allesandro. They all looked and sounded cool as hell, their music was moody and hypnotic. At one point someone threw a bottle at Lux, but he caught it in his hand, did this blinding pirouette then smashed it against the wall above and behind him. All this happened in an instant, it was like wow, did I really see that, it happened that fast. Gregory had family in the area, Redford, MI, and they sat in a booth near the stage, he was with them before the show. He died years ago, so who knows, the two of them could be hanging out together even now.

  23. #32 – I had the same introduction. Twelve years old I am, and there he is on screen, deep-throating a mic in those leatherette pants that barely reach up to his crotch. I learned a lot that evening.

    Damn shame he’s gone. Keep rocking, Ivy.

  24. That mental hospital audience is much better than the bored/jaded/hipster audiences here in nyc,at least they are DAnCING!!may Lux haunt you all.

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