Album Review: Liedjes Voor De Kater by Roel C Verburg
Alright, let’s dive into Liedjes Voor De Kater, the 2012 gem from Dutch rocker Roel C Verburg. Released under Sunroof Records, this album is a wild ride through Alternative Rock with splashes of Pop and some cheeky nods to Stage & Screen vibes. If you’re looking for something that feels like a mixtape your quirky friend made just to mess with your brain, this might be it.
First off, let me say—the tracklist alone is worth a chuckle. Songs like “O, Mijn God, Wat Ben Ik Toch Goed In Bed” (translation: Oh My God, I’m So Good in Bed) scream confidence… or maybe sarcasm? Either way, they grab your attention. But two tracks really stuck with me after spinning this record: “Beëlzeblues / Bob De Duivel” and “Ik Ben Geen Nudist.”
“Beëlzeblues / Bob De Duivel” kicks things off strong—it’s got this raw energy that feels like Verburg didn’t overthink it too much. The guitar riffs are punchy but not polished, which gives it an authentic edge. And the lyrics? Well, let’s just say if Beelzebub himself had a theme song, this could totally be it. Something about the mix of dark humor and classic rock vibes makes it unforgettable. Plus, who doesn’t love a good devil reference?
On the flip side, there’s “Ik Ben Geen Nudist” (I Am Not a Nudist). This one hits different because it’s so absurdly relatable. It’s catchy as hell, with a chorus that’ll get stuck in your head for days—even though you probably won’t admit it out loud. There’s a playful defiance here, like Verburg knows he’s being ridiculous but leans all the way into it. You can’t help but laugh while singing along.
One thing I dig about this album is how unapologetically Dutch it feels. Like, you’re not just listening to music—you’re getting a peek into someone’s weird, wonderful life. Tracks like “Vreemdgaan” (Cheating) and “Slechtste Rapper Van De Straat” (Worst Rapper on the Street) keep the vibe fun and unpredictable. Even when the songs loop back around—like “Uit” showing up twice—it never gets boring. It’s like hanging out with a buddy who tells great stories but occasionally repeats themselves because they’ve had a few drinks.
Reflecting on Liedjes Voor De Kater, I think what stands out most is its personality. Verburg isn’t trying to reinvent the wheel; instead, he’s rolling it down a hill full of twists and turns, laughing the whole way. Sure, some tracks hit harder than others, but that’s part of the charm. By the end, you realize this isn’t just an album—it’s almost like a soundtrack to those late-night conversations where no topic is off-limits.
So yeah, give it a spin if you’re into quirky alt-rock with a dash of theatrical flair. Just don’t blame me if you start questioning whether you’re secretly a nudist—or worse, the worst rapper on your block.
