Lux Interior died last month. Passed away. No more tight leather pants. No more writhing on stage. No more songs about an It Thing Hard-On. The singer of The Cramps, a band like no other that was psychobilly when psychobilly didn't even exist yet, is gone. It sucks that in this world someone like Wayne Newton can keep kicking, but Lux isn't afforded that luxury.

He will be missed.

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