A deliciously deadpan video that destroys everything I hate/secretly love. Personal pools, clean white linen, keyboards and mic stands. "Babyfangs '77" off of Afraid's equally deadpan and destructive tape Sinister Vibes is distinctive mood piece. A shining clean edifice being eaten alive from the inside by something profoundly disturbing. Like a brand new macbook pro filled up to critical mass with murder porn. The blood comes. Spoiler alert. But when it does it is impossible to tell where from. Stigmata or spray from blunt impact? This works well with Sinister Vibes, the tape this comes off. That tape is a powerful piece of subversive media. Think Small Black meets Have a Nice Life. The stench of death is somewhere close, but rot can smell sickly sweet. Corpses in the basement an art gallery opening about the transcendence of black metal. We can only decontextualize so much before our violent thoughts catch up with us.