As part of Music Video Week here on PPH, we’ve asked our contributors to nominate their Top 3 music vids of all time along with a few words to explain their choices. Here are Edward Wall‘s choices. He can be followed on Twitter @edward1wall.
3. ‘Go With The Flow’ – Queens Of The Stone Age (Shynola, 2002)
Sleazy hard-rock goliaths Queens of the Stone Age made their play for international superstardom off the back of the relentless Songs For the Deaf album. Following the relatively straightforward (ie boring) band video for ‘No One Knows’ this psychedelic scuzz-fest finally located an aesthetic to match the music. A breakneck stereoscopic journey through hell, a bad acid trip in deep reds and blacks, the band hurtle down a lost highway on the back of an out of control truck.
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2. ‘Cheerleader’ – St Vincent (Hiro Murai, 2012)
As though Gulliver had been captured by the Saatchi set, Annie Clark lies prone in the centre of a plain white gallery space – a giant, live (and, so it seems, a little depressed) art installation. As the impassive Lilliputan punters look on, the giant rears up and appears set to stomp out in a break for freedom, only to fall to pieces at the first step. Is this a normal element in the exhibit? Was the statue aware itself, or of its plaster peril? I’m a massive St Vincent fan, and totally willing to overlook the not-so-faint whiff of egomania hinted at in this video. Does as the best music videos do and adds to rather than detracts (distracts) from the music.
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1. ‘All is Full of Love’ – Bjork (Chris Cunningham, 1999)
I have a strong intuition that this might feature on a fair few peoples’ lists (you’d be surprised – ed.), but the question I feel obliged to ask in response to that potentiality is ‘how on earth could it not’? On paper, the idea of an identical pair of female androids making out whilst being assembled in a futuristic factory workshop sounds like the softcore dream of some 1970s science fiction B-movie director. But the elegant and visually arresting masterpiece that resulted from the art-house-all-star combination of Chris Cunningham and Bjork has haunted me ever since that first jaw-dropping viewing as an early teen. More tender than titillating, though undoubtedly erotic. Sparks fly whilst milky liquids fall in reverse. Sublime.
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