Eric Fensler's warped-retro vignette for Geneva Jacuzzi's "Clothes on my Bed" is probably the greatest depiction of teen angst meets bad acid I've seen here. Casio new-wave in the bedroom leads to mirror-singing, and of course, singing in the mirror always leads to hallucinations of smokey stages and flashing lights, the roar of an un-present crowd of onlookers. Don't be fooled, this is not the visual counterpart for a demo submission for Ebony Record's Synthetic Romance compilation (see below), but it probably could be. Either way, a pleasantly twisted end of the day surprise.
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