Imagine finding yourself in the middle of an
S&M orgy and garden party consisting of fifty
demented but generally good-natured epileptic people
amped up on speed.
Got that so far?
Now imagine that all of these people are wearing
silly hats and have
megaphones strapped on their faces. No two of them speak the same
language, and none of them speak the same language as you. Also, they're all over seven feet tall.
Then all at once and
without any apparent signal, they all stop what they are doing (
flogging each other, etc.), and start singing in eight-part harmony, all in
perfect pitch, then begin
uncontrollably projectile vomiting all over each other.
Then a herd of
elephants stomps through, honk out
The Godfather theme, stomp off, and crush six or seven
partygoers on the way out.
Finally, some guy screams
PSH-KA-KA-KA-OOOOH-YA-YA-YA-YA-YA-YA-YA-OOH! and some other guy with an
enormous afro smashes his guitar
on your head.
This is sort of what listening to Fantomas is like.
It grows on you.