May I recommend you a hell of a band? The music of Xploding Plastix is so fantastic that I find my inability to describe its form distressing.
Rest my associations:
My joy while listening to Saint-Germain when everything was still in the early stages;
Flashes of Amir Kusturica films, with gypsies dancing to the sound of their bacchanal music;
Jazzy tunes entering a smoky club;
Jame Bond drawing his gun.
