The First Time It Hits

A quick fix of black-and-white imagery, cut by a speed freak in fast and slow mo, with a hard rock soundtrack, looks like art school pop vid funski.

The skateboarder is young, the Goth girl wasted. It makes no sense, but that's not the point, or rather, it is, no sense being an expression of freedom for those in a state before confusion when the world is as simple as a teardrop. Thrashing guitars demand energetic visuals.

After three minutes, your mind has blown and you've forgotten the name of your hairdresser, let alone that of the band. Mentally blitzed from attempting to understand the rhythm of the story, it is better to let the vibe kidnap your head. Every now and again a silhouette against artificial light will hit your between the eyes and (of course) the first time is the deepest.