The architects of a wicked toxibilly sound, The Cramps boast a cultural impact that spawned a legion of devil cults and left in its wake a cavalcade of cave-stomping imitators. On their final studio album, the self-produced Fiends of Dope Island, these charm-school rejects apply their sinister handiwork to a volatile combination of incantational rock n roll hexes like Big Black Witchcraft Rock and Papa Satan Sang Louie and put their hoodlum warp on exotica standard Taboo before swerving and careening through the crypt-kickin blues rave-ups Dopefiend Boogie and Wrong Way Ticket, finishing with the musical equivalent of a 13-car pile-up.