So I’ve been wanting to do a monthly BORIS/Boris column for a while and seeing as there’s no shortage of topics pertaining to these modern messiahs, I think it’s high time to pull the trigger.
For our inaugural installment, I present to you a series of videos created, presumably, by director(s?) fangsanalsatan – the same name given to the band’s personal label (I know) – and Ryuta Murayama:
I can’t help being reminded of certain ubiquitous, avant-garde films (*cough* Fly *cough*), yet fangs /and(?) Murayama have quite a different aesthetic framework to play around with when collaborating with Boris. Whereas Yoko Ono had the stringent melodies and structures of her late husband’s songwriting to deconstruct or rebel against, Murayama and co (I think I’ll stick with this moniker even though it’s really fun to type fangsanalsatan) have the burden of creating visual accompaniments to some of the 21st century’s most pummeling and puzzling interpretations of RocknRoll – and sound in general.
Rather than merely accompany Boris’ music with redundant visual cacophony, Murayama instead presents guitarist Wata standing silently, spread across multiple frames like tracks on an album (I’m partial to number five, although small feet usually scare me). These are the pieces of a rock god. If you look between the cracks, you can almost see the ichor. I can’t imagine a better foil to the band’s usual grating roar than cold, sepia-toned femininity made bearable only by its fractured presentation.
Then again, these could just be a screen test to see how the band would look cast in this color palette, but I’m high and Wata is gorgeous. No (April) foolin.