Who? Pomp/prog rock absurdists meshing Mercury falsetto with Hendrix libido.
Why? The power-chord carpet-bombing comes with a disarming dash of arched-eyebrow Englishness. Action with eloquence - so very Bond. And you can't fault the ambition. These people want to play a gig in space.
Song that sounds like it could be a Bond movie title: Apocalypse Please.