The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower's jazz-thrash fusion could be the spastic soundtrack to the world's craziest choreography. If someone commandeered a club's sound system with this disc, its aggressively jerky rhythms would jolt limbs into awkward action like marionette strings, and its fractured funk riffs would spur more frantic butt-shaking than a mechanical bull with a shock-rigged saddle. The group creates solid garage-rock melodies, then blurs the picture with erratic, disco-damaged arrangements and exotic instrumentation. Horns bleat like psychotic geese, and indelicate piano plinks become a form of percussion. This is confrontational dance music for sneering punks who might enjoy shouting "We'll spit in your eye!" (to borrow one of the album's caustic chants) as they get into the groove.