Four Tet: My Angel Rocks Back And Forth

A man in a suit moves along a railtrack. His face is expressionless. He look Japanese, inscrutable, animated. The railtrack is single and electrified. The man resembles a cardboard cut-out.

He arrives at the end of the line, where, on a TV screen, he sees himself as a live person, spewing blood down his shirt. And dying?

The images are surreal and violent. As an illustration to accompany a CD, it is difficult to find the connection.