House poet, city poet, office poet, club poet… It doesn’t matter where you put Joost Oomen, he makes poetry. Not tame rhymes, but absurdist word art that makes your frontal lobe melt. And just when you think it can’t get any crazier, he waddles along with a Frisian garage-jazz ensemble.

And not just any Frisian garage-jazz ensemble, but the one and only Kruidkoek. These five hyperactive jazz-punks make sophisticated conservatory-core for drunkards, or they make drinking sophisticated. It just depends on how you look at it. And however you look at it, after a few minutes of Kruidkoek you’ll only be seeing stars anyway, so what does it matter?

Okay, so we have a loose poet and a hyped-up punk orchestra. How does that sound together? Think Villa Achterwerk meets Anthony Szmierek meets Jules Deelder at 7 a.m. Poetry for the dance floor, poetry for the mosh pit.