Beware Dutch provincials! Heads full of incohate,undercooked ideas, and weighed down by the suffocating boredom of an ideal for living that actually works. Surrounded by a plethora of cheese making facilities and the same Hema-phrodite shopping choices. It's little wonder that there's a long tradition of cocking a snook at the Lord's approved grote matheid; from Ivy Green (Hazerswoude) to The Homesick (Dokkum). You can add No Future Kids, a bunch of 16 year old loons from to the list. Oestgeest is a weird-but-unassuming-yet-schizoid suburb of Leiden, where nice people and morons rub shoulders outside the Chinees Eethuis that never seems to be open. On this evidence, Oestgeest spawns dumbarse rhymes, a guitar sound that does a nice imitation of a cement mixer, and an anger that comes from not being legal drinking age. This recording is them live in a shiny new pop temple, replete with all the latest facilities. Imagine the Monks if they'd met at high school. And check out their cover of the Stooges. Better than the Stooges? Possible, Miss Blenny-Hassett, possible.