3:01 Pick Me Up: The Cramps

Unless you have the good fortune to be unemployed or working as a ditch-digger, 3 p.m. is the cruelest time of the workday. The morning latte has worn off, and the post-lunch crash has you desperately reaching for the J. Peterman Urban Sombrero. To get you through the rest of the afternoon, you have a choice. You can raid the vending machine for an old-fashioned (not to mention life-shortening) white-sugar injection. Or you can kick-start your heart by cueing up one of the over-adrenalized videos we carefully hand-select each weekday at 3:01 p.m. If the following clip doesn’t bring you temporarily back to life, chances are you’re dead inside. Now plug in those earphones and fucking crank it.

Today’s offering: Here are some questions to ponder as you watch one of the most awesomely depraved bands in the history of rock ’n’ roll at its insane best: are Poison Ivy’s pants even sexier than Lux Interior’s?; did the 1:24 mark of the video lead to a post-gig trip to the dentist?; was Nick Knox real or a wax mannequin?; is is possible that the dude you see at one minute got lost on his way to a Journey concert?; why isn’t God making bands like the Cramps anymore?