If anything can be called the Borokov Borokov formula, it can probably be distilled from the following quote:
“First and foremost, we make music we want to dance to ourselves. Even when the music in question doesn’t immediately sound like dance music.”

The result might resemble angular synthpop, … unfit-for-work hi-NRG, krauttrock with a double ‘t’, supra-Freudian electropunk, acid house with a birthday theme, no no wave, a polyphonic panic attack, or a multilingual lament.
As if with every track, the band seizes a new opportunity to waltz free from the straitjacket of their own mold—albeit without any guarantee of success.

Incidentally, they found their first drum machine at a landfill in Borsbeek.