Laibach be the most absurd group ever to have existed. Their darkly comedic, high-camp cover versions of classic pop songs and mid-20th century totalitarian visual aesthetic is at once romantic, ridiculous and – since the end of the cold war – distinctly retro in tone. A decade ago, they seemed as irrelevant as a statue of Marshal Tito rusting in a scrapyard in their Slovenian homeland. With the release of new album Spectre, however, they openly comment on Snowdon wikileaks, protest movements, the wobbling Euro and the Arab spring. It’s high time to start catching up with this most unusual and frequently misunderstood group.