The clip intertwines the real :BloodyBeetroots: life style with the oniric dimension of the nightmare. A tale without any redemption, an absolute neorealism under strobe lights, an out-and-out social piece, a vortex without ideology & hellippractically the era of the rotten apples without any dialogue. Sir Bob Cornelius Rifo, the satyr, the man without face, the iconoclast, lives his umpteenth reincarnation and he does it trying to escape from a clumsy dream inhabited by vampirized characters (Tommy Tea, :SteveAoki:, Mon Colonel, Crookers, LA Riots, etc.). It is a noir back-of-the-scene activity, where the maximum aspiration is the flash of a camera from the social blogs. Editing and photography follow the rhetoric and the fil rouge of “Smack My Bitch Up” from Prodigy, where the dodecaphonic histerya of the international parties shot by Mark “Cobrasnake” is added.