We’ve spent all month scouring YouTube and Vimeo for the greatest and strangest clips on the web. Here are the best music videos of September, 2013.
“Computers under an inch-thick crust of filth become portals to boundless sexual expression, and I guarantee there’s at least one thing here that will make you wonder how on earth, like, more power to them, they’re not harming anyone, but god-DAMN.”
You have two choices for watching Arcade Fire‘s video for “Reflektor,” their new single produced by James Murphy and featuring David Bowie, both glorious and horrifying in their own ways.
“The men strut around a ballroom like stiff G.I. Joes, the women move with a loosey goosey airheadedness, and no one really pays much attention to anyone. Except Mr. Veut, who refuses to abide by traditional patriarchal roles and tuxedo dress codes.”
“Michael K. Williams…[plays] yet another sympathetic villain who steals rare plants and makes weird drugs for his friend, a tree-man, while surrounded by exquisitely beautiful slaves.”
“Human beings are social animals, but since socializing always devolves into inane bullshit, you’re better off ‘Staying Home’ with Superchunk‘s new video for their brash punk anthem to hermitdom.”
“Is what it’s like for people who have nice things in their places? Because it seems exhausting, though I wouldn’t mind getting transformed into a chrome statue every now and then.”
“I don’t know if you should watch this at work. But it’s beautiful and passionate and 100000% sexier than ‘Wrecking Ball.’”
“Dev Hynes and Adam Bainbridge aka Kindness took a trip to Guyana, to meet Dev’s mother’s father for the first time ever, and also dance a bit. As you might imagine, it’s very touching and a joy to watch.”
“Dizzee is reimagined as a French prince/duke/emir with his entourage as aristocratic subjects, with their decadence GIF’d over and over into silly, hilarious loops.”
“…relives the glory days of spies and saboteurs, before the Internet and the NSA made it too creepy.”
“It’s sunset music blasted loud through open windows on the way back from someplace special, in defiance of the thought that the good stuff, like youth or neighbour-alienating rock music, could ever lose its potency.”
“Rory Culkin turns in a startlingly affecting performance as a sad dude seeking to escape the stasis of his life by any available means, as the psychedelic roots rock adds an ironic urgency to every vacant stare and hollow interaction.”
“…seems to feature Hindu gods as 3D cartoons, looking relaxed in various celestial settings.”
“Not content with the usual weirdness of their key parties, the BDSM Flappers draw out their existential horror in new and terrifying tableaus, with an anthem of expansive psychedelic industrial to match.”