For the third and final installment in his series of YouTube Essays, called YouTube Archive + Anarchy, blogger and curator Brent Burket pretty much goes for broke. If this doesn’t get you pumped about YouTube, or at least disturbed enough to stop using it for a few days, there’s no hope for you. From black metal to necrophilia, surrealism and Alice Cooper, these are the YouTube videos you only find at 2 in the morning after a night of heavy drinking. Also, Jeffrey Deitch gets punched and bitches out his attackers like Woody Allen in a pink suit.
YouTube. What I want, you got. Last night proved that over and over again. Mayhem. Then, the end.
from the loins and minds of Richard Kern & Nick Zedd. (NSFW!!! NSFW!!! NSFW!!! Possibly not even safe for home, to tell you the truth. Warning: Suicide. Boredom. Necrophilia. Whatever.)
Not lost to time or MTV. History and relevance at the click of a mouse.
Gloriously and oddly set to Hot Butter’s synth classic, Popcorn. Being a huge Alice fan, I’ve read about this forever, but I never thought I’d see it. But here it is. Revolve.
Because, quite frankly, it does not get any better than this. “I got a baby’s brain, and an old man’s heart./Took me 18 years to get this far.” YouTube deserves to exist just for this clip alone. And check the most caustic reading of Don McClean’s American Pie near the end. Vicious.
It is what the title says it is. Classic, illegible, and awesome. Good luck not watching this puppy twice.
This is really a musical intro to an underground art and Black Metal story I told at the viewing last night. It will stay there. Respect.
This was the end to that story. A YouTube miracle of sorts.
Quite simply, Freemasonry make me think of bloody things.
Stop the video at 2:18 when there’s a still from “Lips of Thomas” (Carved, bloody belly pentagram). Then switch to the crazy Slayer fan video. Makes Marina seem a little tame.
From the exploding bowels of Brooklyn Access TV comes the sex and violence edit-fest that is Concrete TV, preserved on YouTube for our wonderment. (NSFW. Unless you work for Rocco Siffredi or James Cameron.) USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!
Neither can I, Jeffrey. Neither can I.
Every good night should end with Hall & Oates. Especially backwards.