| Naam | Jeroen Reek Tobias Opschoor Justin Boer Arjen van Opstal Jimmy De Kok |
| Functie | 16× band |
| Geslacht | man |
| Herkomst | Nederland 🇳🇱 |
| Genres | garage punk, rock & roll rock |
| iguana.death.cult@gmail.com | |
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Biografie
Rotterdam-based fivesome Iguana Death Cult initially made their mark with giddy, hard-hitting garage punk and a miasma of acid-drenched psychedelics, only to blossom into an all-embracing unit that implements frameworks of post-punk, krautrock, new wave, soul and disco. The band's sophomore album Nude Casino, out October 25 on LA imprint Innovative Leisure, holds aloft a more cerebral and absurdist side of their songwriting.
For a band as combustible as Iguana Death Cult, only a deep and long-lasting friendship could supersede the sheer musical discord festering from within. Growing up together in the small town of Willemstad, the group formed when singer/guitarist Jeroen Reek decided to finally unite two of his mutual friends: guitarist Tobias Opschoor, aspiring guitarist Justin Boer and drummer Arjen van Opstal. Though Reek was teaching Boer, who is two years his senior, the guitar, a rock band with three guitarists seemed highly impractical. So the band insisted that Boer should take up the bass instead. At first, he did so begrudgingly, but with a deadline of three months till their very first show, he quickly learned to embrace it. The foursome camped out in an old powder house: quite a treacherous place for fervent, guerilla-style rehearsals, as the slightest spark could make the roof go kaboom.
Indeed, Iguana Death Cult's frenzied beginnings are indicative of their current form: a barely contained force that takes all hands on deck to properly navigate. From that dark bunker all the way to SXSW, they are a great case study on the ways headstrong dilettantism and crafty classical chops can skirmish and thrive. At first, Opschoor could play flamenco flourishes with nimble precision but not a blues riff to save his life, whereas Reek was exactly the other way around, hustling his way up from a primeval punk rock pedigree to more refined stylistics of vintage soul, psychedelic rock and Art Blakey-style acid jazz. Somewhere they met halfway, just like Boer's brawny bass attack is constantly playing checkers against Van Opstal's jazz-influenced licks.
Because of The Netherlands' tight-knit infrastructure of venues and festivals, Iguana Death Cult's momentum as a powerhouse live act climbed at a maniacal pace. Being a band is perhaps one of the few walks in life where work and play mean the exact same thing and Iguana Death Cult's proactive ethos quickly granted them a steady grassroots following, reaching a summit with 2017's self-released debut LP The First Stirrings Of Hideous Insect Life.
Nude Casino 's crisper, more unvarnished sonic makeup illustrates a seething skepticism as a counterbalance to the more hedonistic tendencies of yonder. Jeroen Reek gives into his own demented neurosis, ambling between vivid dream states and the constraints of reality. His rapidly developing lyrical prowess is emphasized on the album's beating heart 'Tuesday's Lament', a five-chapter monologue that wrestles with the strains of mortality and belief, yet still struts with upbeat swagger. Adding a touch of sobriety, both sonically and lyrically, hasn't stifled Iguana Death Cult's daredevil ways the slightest, and they make this abundantly clear right from the starting gun. The mighty triptych of title track 'Nude Casino', 'Bright Lights' and 'Lorraine' was pretty much written simultaneously, a testament to the off-the-chain chemistry the quintet, now joined by Jimmy de Kok on keys, developed over the years.
Nude Casino evokes something more claustrophobic and absurdist, tackling themes like sleep paralysis ('Half Frisian') and lost innocence ('Castle In The Sky'). These songs are anchored in earthbound fears, neuroses, and quandaries that have oozed in over the past half-decade. As a result, Nude Casino has become an intrusive, spastic affair; there's primal energy lurking within even the more propellant, hook-heavy yomps, never more obvious than the cadaverous disco pulse of 'Carnal Beat Machine'. Iguana Death Cult embrace the art of rocking the fuck out with all senses and impulses up to eleven, rapturously sinking in their claws, never letting go. And having a mighty good time doing just that.
For a band as combustible as Iguana Death Cult, only a deep and long-lasting friendship could supersede the sheer musical discord festering from within. Growing up together in the small town of Willemstad, the group formed when singer/guitarist Jeroen Reek decided to finally unite two of his mutual friends: guitarist Tobias Opschoor, aspiring guitarist Justin Boer and drummer Arjen van Opstal. Though Reek was teaching Boer, who is two years his senior, the guitar, a rock band with three guitarists seemed highly impractical. So the band insisted that Boer should take up the bass instead. At first, he did so begrudgingly, but with a deadline of three months till their very first show, he quickly learned to embrace it. The foursome camped out in an old powder house: quite a treacherous place for fervent, guerilla-style rehearsals, as the slightest spark could make the roof go kaboom.
Indeed, Iguana Death Cult's frenzied beginnings are indicative of their current form: a barely contained force that takes all hands on deck to properly navigate. From that dark bunker all the way to SXSW, they are a great case study on the ways headstrong dilettantism and crafty classical chops can skirmish and thrive. At first, Opschoor could play flamenco flourishes with nimble precision but not a blues riff to save his life, whereas Reek was exactly the other way around, hustling his way up from a primeval punk rock pedigree to more refined stylistics of vintage soul, psychedelic rock and Art Blakey-style acid jazz. Somewhere they met halfway, just like Boer's brawny bass attack is constantly playing checkers against Van Opstal's jazz-influenced licks.
Because of The Netherlands' tight-knit infrastructure of venues and festivals, Iguana Death Cult's momentum as a powerhouse live act climbed at a maniacal pace. Being a band is perhaps one of the few walks in life where work and play mean the exact same thing and Iguana Death Cult's proactive ethos quickly granted them a steady grassroots following, reaching a summit with 2017's self-released debut LP The First Stirrings Of Hideous Insect Life.
Nude Casino 's crisper, more unvarnished sonic makeup illustrates a seething skepticism as a counterbalance to the more hedonistic tendencies of yonder. Jeroen Reek gives into his own demented neurosis, ambling between vivid dream states and the constraints of reality. His rapidly developing lyrical prowess is emphasized on the album's beating heart 'Tuesday's Lament', a five-chapter monologue that wrestles with the strains of mortality and belief, yet still struts with upbeat swagger. Adding a touch of sobriety, both sonically and lyrically, hasn't stifled Iguana Death Cult's daredevil ways the slightest, and they make this abundantly clear right from the starting gun. The mighty triptych of title track 'Nude Casino', 'Bright Lights' and 'Lorraine' was pretty much written simultaneously, a testament to the off-the-chain chemistry the quintet, now joined by Jimmy de Kok on keys, developed over the years.
Nude Casino evokes something more claustrophobic and absurdist, tackling themes like sleep paralysis ('Half Frisian') and lost innocence ('Castle In The Sky'). These songs are anchored in earthbound fears, neuroses, and quandaries that have oozed in over the past half-decade. As a result, Nude Casino has become an intrusive, spastic affair; there's primal energy lurking within even the more propellant, hook-heavy yomps, never more obvious than the cadaverous disco pulse of 'Carnal Beat Machine'. Iguana Death Cult embrace the art of rocking the fuck out with all senses and impulses up to eleven, rapturously sinking in their claws, never letting go. And having a mighty good time doing just that.
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