Like, is there really no other way of challenging sexism and racism in music videos accept by doing the EXACT SAME THING but with a knowing wink? Really?
There’s a point to be proven, you understand. Nothing personal, it’s just business.
So. I guess my question for today is: Is it all worth it? Is this what we really have to do to compete in the modern world?
Why the hell should I sit here for an hour or two racking my brain as I struggle to evoke the beauty, the tragedy and loss of Clams Casino’s music, its programmed swoons and electronic sighs, its music of weeping computers and children trapped in ice, when someone else has already done it?
A small bust and an average to skinny figure (Has a look that could fit into the band drawing image)
Yup, my heart is yours, you Scots, ‘unfaithful servants of filthy, fucking language’, as Mr Withered Hand says.
Love the stilted male vocal and the warm sweeps of synthetic, synthesized melody and looped beats.