Any playlist that starts off with the Cramps is only going to go downhill. That’s my humble opinion and I’m sticking to it. Shiiit! I tried my best to hold the course steady, bring you, the listener, up to a warm fuzzy crescendo – but the memory of seeing Lux Interior in a leather thong and red stilettos, chugging on a bottle of port wine, humping the stage monitor – a touch difficult to untangle and process in my tiny little mind – and that’s even after the big guns of Ella F. or Charles Bradley have been brought out.
Anyway, Injoy as you see fit.