This Australian pair seems utterly determined to be outré, but unlike most others with the same goal, they have a talent for the strikingly oddball: synth with all the texture of processed cheese hums a bright little tune while the vocalist rhapsodizes over a female freak (“She’s my little revulsion”), a guitar does nimble abstract-jazz figures to accompany the musings of a blithely suicidal mutant (no legs or shoulders). Then there’s a number about a mutation-inducing agent designed to remove toes. Cleverly done, and grimly amusing in its way.