Predating by at least a year the more durable New York scum-rock combo named after the same 1969 William Kastle cult film classic, this stylish trio from Brussels — a male singer, a female singer and progressive lounge auteur Aksak Maboul — put out cool, rhythmic rock that stretches from French Riviera rhumba to gritty no wave nihilism. Offbeat, surprising and fun. (The title of their album, incidentally, is a crudely literal French translation of “The Honeymoon Killers.”)