From the always wonderful, Satin Pajama shortlisted, Where the money is..., the rock band who stage guerrilla gigs in banks. Bursting out of a white van, the men in balaclavas from the power trio Caracho (as in "Ni karasho!", I presume) charge into the bank, assemble their specially hacked backline amps, and hit it. This could really only happen in Berlin, no?
I liked the policeman's reaction as quoted : "I've never seen anything like it in my life...but I'd have very much liked to see their identity cards." This is apparently the product: Caracho live ´07.
Hmm. Well, there's always Renegade Soundwave.