Not to be a creep but when we started watching this video we weren't really listening to the music. We were hypnotized by the female protagonist writhing around. What is happening to her? Why is she touching herself like that? How come she's having so much fun? Is she, as the title of the song suggests, being turned inside out, and was that a nipple? We'll have what she's having.
The track itself is a mesmeric trip: plinkety guitars, propulsive beats, and Thom Yorke-ian incantations.
Here's what is known about Imposter(s):
- They like hats (we've deduced this from their press shot).
- They're a Canadian duo.
- The whispers on wind is that they're not a bunch of newbies, but in fact boast a musical history that's a tad richer than your average new kid on the block. #interested.
Sadly the wind isn't being more forthcoming than that. Stupid cryptic wind. Nevertheless, we'll be keeping and ear out.