Remember kids: bombs totally aren’t da bomb.
Jezebel – The Drones
A lot of arresting images here… stark, horrid, and lovely. Like the music, the video moves full of darkness, scattered with light… and has that awesome tendency to make you gasp a little… or a lot.
Galang – M.I.A.
Let’s dance – David Bowie
This was going to come under my forthcoming “Vids featuring strange and mysterious goings-ons in the Outback”, but I’ve decided it fits here. I don’t get whether it’s Sydney or the Ettamogah-alike pub (is that Slim Dusty at the bar?) that is subject to the nuclear mushroom cloud. In fact, there’s a lot I don’t get about this vid…
It’s all post Berlin-era Mr B. when he’d dried out and turned sane again, so one would think the loco in the coco narrative (a cross between Hans Christian Andersen’s The Red Shoes, The Adventures of Barry McKenzie, and a New South Wales Tourism ad, where, somehow, the Strand Arcade is an achievable stroll from the Outback… in heels), wasn’t racked up on a storyboard of dazzle dust.
Love missile F1-11 – Sigue Sigue Sputnik
Beautiful world – Devo
Sweet bird of truth – The The
Science fiction – Divinyls
Yah, this old fave rates only in lyrical mention (“I always thought that they’d drop the bomb”). However, I am considering adopting Chrissie Amphlett’s haircut here for my coiffure-after-next (I like to plan ahead). So, um, there.