Welcome danger, welcome debauchery and welcome Death. And, please, be at ease. 'Cause Rotterdam's Iguana Death Cult doesn't perceive the three of you as outcasts or misfits. In the hex of their dynamo-like fuzzed-up garage wallop, you belong. Because Iguana Death Cult doesn't play by reality's rules. Their racket is both fierce and hook-heavy, bending the psyche into submission until the scenery warps into something akin to that famous lizard scene in Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas.