Let’s do some tap dancing and mix it up with modern Canadian architecture. Let’s do a René Magritte-scenery. In my secret life. That’s a house filled with dark corners and Kubrick-like staircases. I cheat and I lie, I do what I have to do to get by. Ah yes, getting by obviously requires cheating and lying. And cleaning too. How else to survive myself? But I know what is wrong, and I know what is right. It’s just that sometimes your mind can feel split. Sometimes it behaves in “unsexy myriad petty little ways” as David Foster Wallace would say. Ah yes. My split mind has got a mind of its own. Moving across the borders of my secret life. Doesn’t matter how cool a car you have. Or how complexly beautiful the bricks of your brain are. The complexity of split personalities. Them egg-head creatures. Lost souls trying to get by, or move up. Trying to find a sense of belonging, and love, and Self. But no can do… I’m always alone and my heart is like ice. Or when your heart is shut out, and your brain takes full control of your actions. And no other egg-head can crack you. And it’s crowded and cold. In your secret life.
Director of MV: Floria Sigismondi
Anger management in today’s entertainment world. No easy task. That’s why we have songs like these. Metal, punk, hip hop, … you name it, for each political catastrophe your very own therapeutic tune. ‘We revolt simply because – we can no longer breathe.’ See this a beautiful tune for wanting to suppress some hidden anger in a civil manner. Pure anger, situated somewhere between the heart, lungs and throat. One big bloody schmush of powerlessness. That’s how you feel. Until of course your perfectly adapted to today’s bureaucracy friend walks in and you somehow feel forced to turn the volume down as the atmosphere has suddenly changed into some “what dangerous piece of information are you listening to?”-issue.
But you just can’t help it. You see the ruins of this UFO-like futuristic building in a parallel world similar to those what-happens-after-global-warming-or-was-it-capitalism-?-movies, and you just can’t help it. The rage of this Jimi Hendrix-figure reminiscing, perhaps, modern slavery with, why yes, the white man in its rightful place; the philosopher’s thoughts transcending bits and pieces of the Red; the pop-up thought that this song might not even be about black people’s rights at all, but if it is, it’s cool to find it in a genre other than rap, equally as vivid and alive, and even combined with some hip hop moves… and you just can’t help but feel… understood. You put your hand out to shake, then they escort you in chains. Now, apart from the whole melancholic Bulgarian context, it is safe to say this song is very appealing to the revolutionary mind. It’s songs like these that are rarely called for these days, though very much needed. With our art we’ll transcend again. Revolution: To some, the Dark Side. To you, Nirvana.
Director of MV: Lamb & Sea