Kraftwerk all the way. Dances in glee at finding someone else on the internet who actually remembers his generation's music.

This looks like a case for "Don't ask, don't tell". Or even "Don't even think of asking, and ignore anything suspicious".

I have for quite a while had this weird theory that some of the not-quite-accurate portrayals of Western concepts in Japanese popular culture (Nicholas D. Wolfwood in Trigun being a particularly blatant example) are a subtle and complex revenge for portrayals of Japanese culture in such Western classics as The Mikado.