Chris Cunningham, a Francis Bacon for the rave generation, the UK artist who made our teens unforgettable with his visual output; CUM2DADDY, surveillance states, WARP, Aphex ofc, cold and clinical meets guttural human nature, THE PLAYSTATION GIRL and a deformed af face sniffing a never ending line of gear from a wheelchair doing wheelies in night vision; cunningham turned up to the set of madonnas frozen - walking out of a private jet at LAX with nothing but the pair of dirty as fuck jeans he was wearing and a plastic bag (according to the videos EP who used to be my boss, peak high budget music video as an artform/ brain imprint of popular culture days) - the myth making, the Kubrick days, the days of Spitting Image puppet making (!), the feature film that will probably never happen despite the super fans constant online longing (would it actually be good though?), the way windowlicker still blows my mind n xcites me to this day... this work is a whirlwind dive straight into cunningham’s plastic bag; uncut gems, nissan car & an italian telecom ad feat. Leo Dicaprio with unreleased BoC, PORTISHEAD (apparently only you is his favourite work), WARP, placebo, Gucci perfume, warp, warp, demonic samantha morton going fucking nuts, dialogue from OG 90s telly inc with Bjork, spike jonze, gondry i.e the the directors label motley crew & an awkward press interview ofc, with a crescendo on one of madonna’s greatest moments (william orbit & cunningham, ok!)
‘ Upon finishing and exporting this mix, I began listening back and turned to my boyfriend: “I dunno, I know I always say this about any work at the start, but this one sounds off, you know, a bit weird.” To which I got the most proper response possible: “You are making a Chris Cunningham mix. How else is it meant to sound?” ‘
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