Buy this brilliance.
I want to be Plastilina Mosh's publicist. I'm confident that I could break the Mexican duo in the United States before Christmas. They've issued a new compilation that showcases their immediately accessible sound that's somewhere between Beck's funk and the Scissor Sisters' manic fun. The collection includes this wacky 1998 single. And as the band's publicist, I'd track down and destroy every copy of the awful videos for the ridiculously catchy song, including this one and this even creepier version. So why aren't they stars north of the border? Just wait until I'm on the payroll.
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