Full Screen is our rumination on the remarkable music videos of the day. Today, professional curveballers Deerhunter take the mound, The Chemical Brothers warn us that it isn't the zombies we should be scared of, and Tame Impala philosophize over air travel.
Once again, Deerhunter have taken a surprising new direction that is entirely unsurprising only because it's Deerhunter. After they heralded the scuzz-punk direction of Monomania with an all-time WTF performance on Fallon, their new direction sounds bright and poppy and - wait - funky. But, what's normal for one band is uncanny when it's Deerhunter. Any hopes of a good times anthem is dashed by the first lyric: "I was born already nailed to the cross / I was born with the feeling I was lost." And the image of a smiling Bradford Cox in overalls and a safari hat? Try to get that out of your skull, especially once you get to the trippy instrumental coda. - Richard Trapunski
Deerhunter's new album Fading Frontier is out October 16 on 4AD.
The Chemical Brothers, "Sometimes I Feel So Deserted"
The new video from The Chemical Brothers is the loneliest sequel to 28 Weeks Later you'll ever see. Director Ninian Doff built a world within a desert that you’d hope doesn’t exist on earth. Crumbling cyborgs with decapitated limbs roam the cold-toned lifeless area searching for a friend, or at least someone to lend a hand to. Literally. At first you feel bad for the cyborg, then realize you’re feeling bad for a cyborg and immediately begin praying for the three men in a rinky-dink van that will most certainly be decimated. We're all lucky the video cuts off when it does. - Ryan Parker
The Chemical Brothers' Born in Echoes is out now via Virgin/Universal Music Canada.
Tame Impala, "Let It Happen"
Tame Impala presents "Let It Happen," a clip directed by Dave Wilson positioning their fatalistic, chill bro philosophy opposite to — I don't know — freaking the fuck out (which just ain't cool, I guess). Our panicky suit collapses dramatically in the airport terminal, then on the plane, then again in the hotel room, finding himself each time perfectly fine, tip-top, a-okay, exactly where he was meant to be, until... crisis again. For the heaviness of each moment, the video seems to suggest, existence sure is pretty light, flitting ever forward no matter how hard you flail. Just ride the ride, you know? - Chris Hampton