Taking American garage psych rock and running somewhere wilder and more unhinged with a howling frontman persona and sweaty party energy, Rotterdam’s Iguana Death Cult have delivered a punchy return on Guns Out with thirty one minutes of rollicking, raucous fun. The comparison to their label mates Frankie and the Witch Fingers is apt, with a madcap, synth-to-the-front rock and roll show fizzing and whirring with retro keys like a steampunk fairground.

Frontman Jeroen Reek howls and rants with full commitment to the bit as the band behind him jam with tremendous sweaty energy throughout. The title track opens the album with an overwhelmingly energetic howling chorus that sounds fantastic, and lead single I Like It, It’s Nice is ridiculous, repeating a refrain from the Jazz Club presenter from The Fast Show, aiming for sexy but perhaps missing in the same way as Electric Six or Viagra Boys. Swinging at Ghosts is fast and hooky as the whole band jams at pace with Casio synths standing out like interjections from Devo. Lazarus is a genuinely bonkers horror carnival that recalls The Birthday Party, and Low is driven by a terrific bassline and insistent punk funk drumming. Reckless Running is really loud punk with an organ giving it a surfy B-52s kick, and Supreme Leader is the ranting of a self-declared megalomaniac delivered with silly relish that feels extremely appropriate right now. Need a Friend is built on a great riff that’s heavy but not aggressive and then Deflated closes the whole thing with a slow and quiet ballad that could have been written by Damon Albarn. A surprisingly downbeat and thoughtful closer, it draws everything to a lovely pretty conclusion after the madness and excitement that preceeded it. Guns Out is a fantastic and raucous party of a record in just thirty minutes. Iguana Death Cult are having the time of their lives, and this record makes it impossible not to want to join them.