One woman was covered head-to-toe in a dark sludge that looked a lot like raw sewage and another, a man, had a small machine attached to his mouth with a tube leading out of it that seemed to be pumping a menagerie of vile-looking insects from his body. I talked Walter into coming over that Friday to see for himself how awesome of a find this was and when Videohead finally made his entrance later that evening, he did not disappoint.
He walked into frame with a mostly naked woman’s contorted body dangling from the handle in his hand. The woman’s arms and legs were hogtied behind her back by a coil of barbwire and a rabid possum was scampering alongside her, biting at the woman’s gnarled and bloody stomach as Videohead carried her across the screen. He kicked the possum away as they reached the chair and Videohead set the woman down. He bent to unwind the barbwire holding her limbs in place and once she was loose, the woman immediately began to struggle, clawing at Videohead’s already severely scarred face.
Unfazed by the nails digging into his empty eye-sockets, Videohead casually pulled the woman’s hands away and then broke one of her arms like it was a dry branch. The fight drained from her then and Videohead gently lifted the woman into the chair before turning it to face off-screen. I looked at Walter and said, “Tell me that did not just rock your world.”