A group of 40 something virgins that seriously need to get over themselves - They ponce around with cogs, plastic guns and "rocket powered" roller skates, desperately craving the tiniest morsel of attention from anybody who will even catch them in the corner of their (non-mechanical) eye. It would be SLIGHTLY impressive (but still ridiculously pointless) if their clockwork gadgets ACTUALLY did something. But, alas, all they are managing to achieve is a BAD rip-off of the bad guys from the 'Wild Wild West' movie...on behalf of Kenneth Branagh: "CRINGE". Why don't they put their pretentious, role play, egocentric (and obviously jobless) days into doing something constructive? If they are going to continue to manufacture corrigated cardboard machine outfits, at least, MAKE SURE THEY FUNCTION!!! Wearing monacles, top-hats, badly tailored suits, penny whistles sprayed silver, pocket watches and faux rocket-packs - labelling themselves as "STEAM PUNKS" DOES NOT MAKE THEM INDIVIDUAL (Although the steam and punks are yet to be seen, unless badly accessorised Victorian Geography teacher encapsulates that description?) They have established themselves as the latest brigade of complete and utter self-indulgent tools to disgrace the music scene and need to get a grip.
Person 1: "Oh my God! They think they're out of that Will Smith movie...what utter states!!!"
Person 2: "Oh! 'Wild Wild West'?"
Person 1: "Yup!"
Person 2: "What a bunch of tits."
Person 1: "I know! When do you think they last saw a fanny?"
Person 2: "When their mothers spawned them onto this poor planet about 40 years ago!"
Person 1: "Virgin losers! I hate Steampunks!"
Person 2 (shouting at Steampunks): "GET OVER YOURSELVES!!!"