Lux Interior and Ivy Rorschach relocated their operation from New York to Los Angeles, which would remain their home for the remainder of Lux’s life. Before recording Psychedelic Jungle, they enlisted the talents of a 21-year-old Mexican-American guitarist named Kid Congo Powers, who'd already proven his musical ingenuity in an early incarnation of the likeminded Gun Club. New blood and new environs reinvigorated The Cramps, and while Psychedelic Jungle is less insistent than Songs the Lord Taught Us, it's a more fun and imaginative outing. The effect of Los Angeles is immediately evident. A band once driven by the gritty misanthropy of Lower Manhattan is suddenly groovier, as if their low-budget basement rock was now geared for cruising Hollywood streets rather than the confines of CBGB. As usual, the band draws from a variety of obscure heroes of trashy rock 'n' roll. “Goo Goo Muck” was catchy enough to convert fans of new wave, but the album's soul lies in the lusty shuffle of “Cavemen,” “Can’t Find My Mind," and “Voodoo Idol.”