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Well, what happens
next is that Meshuggah lipsynchs the entire song. The song is six minutes
long, but the video is, if anything, too short. The headbanging begins at
the 00:01 mark and never lets up until the image fades out; the camera only
moves to shift its focus from Kidman, who is utterly possessed as he mouths
his demonic screams into the ballpoint’s capped end, to the drummer,
whose expressions have the comedic grace and expert timing of a heavy metal
Bob Newhart, or to one of the guitarists, all of whose hair waves in the
air like pussywillows in a strong wind. Except that there isn’t any
wind: they’re in an enclosed environment. Their energy crackles through
the computer screen.
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