Few who’ve seen it have escaped without its ear-scraping sounds and skin-crawling images being etched into the backs of their minds. Distended guitars. Thumping bass. The twisted metal of a car wreck. The milky, unseeing eyes of one of the most important bands of their generation being zipped into bodybags and carted off to the morgue. At the heart of it all, a frontman – and ex-mortician himself – turning the old schoolyard slogan ‘all day I dream about sex’ inside-out with razorblade threat, his purple-sequinned adidas tracksuit popping against the pallor. There is an argument that Joseph Kahn’s video for Korn’s 1997 classic A.D.I.D.A.S. is the pinnacle of the scene. Big beats. Off-pitch six and seven-strings. Lyrics dripping in angst and agony. Images to draw the i...
