VR SEX – “Victim or Vixen” (Official Video)

LA’s premier deathrock acid punks VR SEX return with “Victim or Vixen”, from “Rough Dimension”. Order on vinyl & CD: https://www.daisrecords.com/products/vr-sex-rough-dimension

“Ursula the slug goes out for a day on the town. What will happen next??”

Directed and Edited by Danny Perez
Co-produced by Andrew Clinco
Special thanks to Food 4 Less

The latest by Andrew Clinco’s acid punk alias VR SEX takes its title from an architectural phrase but more importantly refers to the warped, wicked underworld the songs both chronicle and condemn. Donning the moniker Noel Skum – an acerbic anagram of Elon Musk – Clinco vents his scorn for and fascination with the seedy, surreal margins of low-life Los Angeles, doomed to dead ends of vanity, lust, and technology. Although initially launched as an outlet for “heavier sounds” beyond Clinco’s duties in new wave fantasists Drab Majesty, the project has ripened into a compelling exercise in world building, weaving themes of gritty city neo-futurist sleaze within a framework of driving, distorted guitars and cathode-blasted synths. Echoes of Chrome, Wire, Minimal Man, and Sisters Of Mercy ripple through the collection but ultimately “Rough Dimension” charts its own twisted vision of “our unforgiving reality.”

Written and demoed across two weeks alone in a Marseille flat using his prized 1980’s Gibson “Invader” and a laptop, Clinco then took the tracks to Strange Weather studios in Brooklyn to record with Ben Greenberg (Uniform, The Men) who helmed 2019’s debut, “Human Traffic Jam.” The results are notably ripping, refined, and riveting. Riffs in alternate tunings chug and churn over mid-tempo drums punctuated by spikes of sci-fi electronics while the vocals swagger and spit venom (“where we walk is also where we shit / but if we bark at our reflections are we hypocrites? / impulses bleed right into our seed / where hate culminates the apple rotted on the tree”). It’s a bristling mix of the melodic and the macabre, absurdist observations of fast living and desperate measures, the clock of youth ticking towards midnight as dreams unravel in Babylon.

VR SEX’s specialty is making these cautionary tales of psychic decay and tainted love a thrill rather than a drag. There’s a sunglasses at night glamor to Clinco’s choruses and solos, a wit to his black leather judgements (“what is the answer / to cancerous people / walking in my line of sight?”). The music’s milieu tends towards parasites and predators but its mood skews refreshingly accelerated and amused, cruising the strip with a cigarette, watching goths and limousines crawl in gridlock beneath digital billboards. The Rough Dimension may be a cesspool, but it’s home.

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“Victim or Vixen” lyrics:

Cut the line
You’re dangling
Scaling Everest, Deadly tetris
6 to 9, Advancing
Forwards backwards, so regressive
It’s blowing your mind
Don’t know the difference from the teeth or the meat
Or the strut from the street
Ripples in time
You’re crippled
Chewing your lips til it’s blood you ingest
No birds in the nest
Hive minded, watching your chest explode blowing your load
Such a bad way to go
Such a, such a bad way to go.

Be warned, you’ll fast forward
If you dance for a taste of glass
Your pride, it’s never there when you want it so kiss it goodbye
Be warned, you’ll fast forwards if you dance for a taste of glass
Shatter your past
It’s salting all the people

A serving plate turned into a sinners dinner, no ones a winner
Nothing is positive
Having an obvious retrospective
Twenty seconds
You’re stuck in the kitchen
Rabid mind searches for a victim or vixen
Anyone who will listen
Flight of the pigeon
Corporal punishment admonishing a lack of decisions on a whim

Be warned, you’ll fast forward
If you dance for a taste of glass
Your pride, it’s never there when you want it so kiss it goodbye
Be warned, you’ll fast forwards if you dance for a taste of glass
Shatter your past
Exalting all the people!

Victim or Vixen
Anyone who will listen