No see, the three supa-hawt party girls getting naked and drunk represents the itch of his addiction—that itch, that unyielding, nagging itch—the Molotov cocktail, his determination to conquer it.
Put on your finest velour leisure suit and kinkiest disco boots, we’re going dancin’ down memory lane with this incredible supercut of Soul Train’s iconic dance line. Who knows, you might even recognize an earlier you in the crowd.
Taurobolium, the ancient Roman practice of bull sacrifice, gets a subversively psychedelic re-imagining in animator Galen Pehrson’s video for Avant-folk singer-songwriter Devendra Banhart’s latest work.
La Terremoto de Alcorcón and Mr. K! team up for a booty-shaking, block-rocking tribute to, well, I’m not really sure. I don’t speak German well enough to translate.
These are all so, so tame compared to my reoccurring dream of being hunted by sentient zombified dinosaurs armed with opposable thumbs and laser cannons.
Close but no cigar, Jetsons. Automated walkways are far too linear, the real people-moving technology of the future is spinning city-scapes where only the steady-footed survive. Part Thunderdome, part Merry-Go-Round, all awesome.
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