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I encountered this video by Die Antwoord way too soon after waking up than was good for my brain health. (Brain doctors recommend at least four hours and a cup of coffee between waking and exposing yourself to retarded Afrikaner hybrid rap/hi-NRG songs.) I've spent much of the day since then processing the experience and trying to find words to describe exactly what I'd witnessed. Then my pal Gabe at Videogum came up with the absolutely perfect description: "[I]t's basically like if the aliens from District 9 learned how to make 'next level beats,' took on human form, started a band, and then moved to Xenia, Ohio, to open up a Gummo/Dubstep Museum."
Video after the jump.
After that tightly framed slo-mo "dick shaking in Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon boxer shorts" shot, I don't think there's any more point to making music videos. Are you going to top that? No. Don't even try. From now on, people who really feel like they need music videos can just sync their songs to Die Antwoord's "Zef Side." Sound like a plan?
RIP music videos (1964-2010).