Americans Rob Garza and Eric Hilton have been knocking about as the T-leafing crew since 1996, and here tonight, from the bleakness of Shepherd's Bush, we're expecting a trip to Babylon.
They derive their name from their somewhat cleptomaniac musical background, which has taken in, and taken from, DC warehouse parties (Dubfire, half of Deep Dish, used to play at their parties) and tastes ranging from acid house to The Pixies and Johnny Cash.
Naturally it's this fusion of genre-twisting which has made them who they are today.
Kicking off with 'What Are We Going To Be', Emiliana Torrini contributes Morcheeba-like guest vocals.
The stage is stacked with drums, bongos, and hippy paraphernalia.
Classic ambient pictures of clouds, straight off early Chill Out compilation artwork, waft over the video screen on the back of the stage.
The soundman takes a while to reduce the whistling PA into the atmospheric Torrini vocals. No doubt, as part of the communal Corporation, he was no doubt so laidback he forgot to sound check.
A hippy enters stage left to sit cross-legged on a dining table covered in an Indian sheet. He picks up his bongos and starts swaying to the Kaleidoscopic pyschedelia while Marianne Faithful smiles on her motorbike on the screen above.
The hippy on the flying carpet picks up his sitar and takes on Muslim beats as a new singer, the regular, Notch, starts wailing.
There's swirly-whirly hand action from the girls at the front - who no doubt last saw their minds in Goa circa '89.
Earth mothers and men without the need for machismo have all come out of their West London and Stoke Newington tepees tonight. It's as mellow as organic roll your own.
Album contributor Lou Lou appears and adds French tones to the music through her vocal delivery as things get more dubby. Meanwhile the percussion's straight out of Grandmaster Flash.
Overall the atmosphere is Big Chill, as numerous Coldcut-type producers lurk at the back of the Empire.
The vibe picks up again when two Rastafarians in white safari suits appear on stage. They are the Roots and Zee (from See Eye) and after an unimaginative warm up tune keys the audience up, some skatty dancing ensues and 'Focus on Sight' kicks in.
'Thievery Hi-Fi' gets the hippies in the audience bouncing on their seats. Then there's a nice cover of 'Bring Me Along'.
Not-with-standing the crowd wearing non-ironic marijuana badges and Rasta wigs, 'State of the Union', their new anti-George Bush track, gets the place shaking. Dub for the masses.
But their music is not as breaky as it used to be and this was definitely more swaying than rockin.
