The video starts off with playing cards, postcards and scratch-off lottery games that kaleidoscope into a headache-inducing mess, but soon gives way to cartoons, vignettes and all sorts of imagery associated with the worst of all trips. The soundtrack ranges from sexy crooning to screeches and shouts, but somehow each artist's contribution runs seamlessly into another, a testament to how similar their sensibilities are. There's no real sense of whose work is whose, and whose work is this, anyway? Contributors include Francine Spiegel, Takeshi Murata, Allison Kuo and Joe Grillo, among many more.
The video is shot through with short, acted scenes, the most interesting being what resembles vintage game show footage. In one scene, a befuddled contestant named Ross struggles through a "Memory"-type matching game; fighting back the desire to shout out the correct and obvious answers is the most engaged this viewer felt throughout the entire video. The gallery itself is peppered with objects and artifacts that make appearances in the video but seem nonsensical, and quite frankly silly, until you see them projected on the wall. The objects include a video game called "Kerfuffle" synched to a pair of bright-blue loafers, flesh-colored alien-creatures, and some unlikely Nintendo Wii controllers.
Despite the absolute absurdity of the work, there is some common philosophical thread; ideas about exchange values and the marketplace come up often; you can watch two wooden tchotchkes bicker over frivolous purchases. Or a team of "Art Fixers" in white hazmat suits "improve" some psychedelic paintings by trimming them, adding highlights, and adjusting the saturation and hue with a clumsy, overlarge dial. And when a Jim Henson-esque creature gets caught shoplifting by a mustachioed store manager, he just picks him up too, shoving him down the front of his pants with the rest of his contraband. The video ends with a cheeky black and white silent film, showing three men standing around a neon-colored piece of meat. But once it's carved into, it sprays all three with inky black paint. The lens tightens on the middle man's face, and he glances nervously at the viewer before the screen goes black and the credits come up. Hell bent on not making much sense, Dadarhea delivers.
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