They have VoiVodian guitars, throaty metal-guy vocals, monks chanting, noises fading in and out, chugging, driving beats, and everything but the kitchen sink
Ska driven by punky guitars and quick tempos is my favorite fun music. They could be singing about public execution and my feet would still be dancing.
My White Bread Mom and Moody Jackson have the early ’80s thrash sound (early Beastie Boys, FUs, etc.) that people are now boasting about having been into back in the day.