The Cramps have been in the studio for five days and have produced more
tension than music. Things haven’t been going right and their producer Alex
Chilton seems content to eat [fried chicken], smoke and watch the band anguish
over their lack of progress. In order to help the whole group catch the primal
spirit, Lux and his mic have been put on the floor with the rest of the band—just
like on stage. He had done three takes of ‘I Was a Teenage Werewolf’—on each
take he steps outside the studio door, bellowing and snorting himself into a
rage. He then crashes through the door, knocking over all in his path, tossing
chairs and mic stands against the wall. Howling diabolically, he finally makes
his way to the mic and cries out the first verse: “I was a teenage werewolf / with braces on my fangs.” Three
friends of Alex showed up, sitting on the studio floor—and from the control
room out comes Lux in his zone: The door smashes open and they behold a
frenzied, perspiring, red-faced Lux Werewolf. Lux picks up a chair, lets out an
unearthly cry, flings the chair over their heads and staggers to the mic. I’ve
seen eyes open and mouths drop, but these kids had their eyes threaten to leave
their sockets and their jaws come unhinged. Finally, one of them, a muscular
redneck, reacts. He jumps up and runs over to Lux and stops him before he can
sing a note. . . . I’m not sure if he thought he was calming a
crazy man, helping an epileptic or just saving the studio from further
destruction, but he broke Lux’s concentration. And Lux goes berserk, starts
growing real fangs, sprouts hair from his ears, shoots flames out of his
nostrils and screams
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