A vast, rumbling, steam-powered and black-clad behemoth, seemingly accidentally capable of rendering audiences moist-eyed with mute appreciation or haplessly gurgling with merriment, and based on the twin pillars of grand foolishness and the quest for the perfect subwoofer-rattling boofchord, the Spooky Men seek to commentate on the absurdity and grandeur of the modern male - armed only with their voices, a sly collection of hats and facial hair, and a twinkle in the eye.