03/06/08
Text: Scott Indrisek
Holy fucking shit, Santi. We’ve been waiting for a video for your excellent “L.E.S. Artistes” single for ages now. What were we expecting? Oh, maybe some hot chicks in neon and rad sunglasses shaking it to the beat, slapstick dance cameos from Spank Rock, etceteras. Instead you give us this eerily somber hipster holocaust film, in which black stallions and murder-by-vegetable figure quite prominently. People get their stomachs ripped open and their necks slit. Bright paint takes on acidic properties and burns the crap out of hapless scenesters. Some girl vomits cucumber juice out of her ears. And there you are, the unflappable Santogold, strutting through the carnage like it ain’t no thang, and reminding us that you’re “an introvert, an excavator.”
Whoa. We wanted to party, but now we’re a little bit afraid for our lives. Although that herky-jerky, ultra-minimalist dance the two gals in grey rock in the opening moments? That’s a trend we’ll gladly stand behind.
As for everyone else—want to know what goes on in the head of this budding superstar? Check out the cover of our current issue, which features Santi in all her glory—sans horse, of course.
