Fiends of Dope Island

"Having decided long ago that messing with their one of a kind formula was a fruitless waste of time, the Cramps now seem happy to let albums such as 2003's Fiends of Dope Island perpetuate their unmistakable sound: authentic psychobilly riffs executed with {garage punk} panache, combined with fun-loving lyrics about bondage, drugs, Satanism, slasher flicks - in sum, all things kitsch and trash culture."

"Interior is again up to his patented vocal tricks -- be it howling possessed on Papa Satan Sang Louie, growling lasciviously on the (Seattle) Wailers' Hang Up, exaggeratedly crooning like the King himself over Jerry Reed's Oowee Baby, or convulsively bow-bow-bowing his way through Elvis Fucking Christ! As for his life partner in crime, Poison Ivy, her crunchy grooves shimmy their way across tracks like Big Black Witchcraft Rock and Dopefiend Boogie; her primal riffs pay tribute to Link Wray with the Rumble replica Color Me Black"

"The rhythm section of Chopper Franklin (bass) and Harry Drumdini (errr, drums) handles its appointed task (providing those raunchy stripper rhythms) capably and unobtrusively so the two head ghouls can do their thang. In short, a solid outing -- unmistakable as anyone but the Cramps -- that should neither detract nor add to their established legacy. Their fans could probably ask for nothing more at this stage." ~ Eduardo Rivadavia, All Music Guide