Pitbull reveals himself that much more a fool, Phoenix make a digi-marquee comeback, dudes play with mud, girls play with horses, cue cards are read – all in another week’s foraging of the best the internets has to offer in the marriage of sight, sound and text. May your retention rate increase ten-fold and you return to nerd out on more with us next week:

Phoenix – ‘Entertainment

Narrating a forever 20-something existential parable – to be “alone,” or to hast thou “entertainment” – French swoonsters go for a crisp clean faux-marquee that fits quite right with with their airtight indie-pop, save for the orient-key hook:

Entertainment, show them what you do with me
When everyone here knows better
What I once refused to be/Is everything they long together


Pitbull – ‘Feel This Moment

Copping SNL‘s iconic soft-focus concrete jungle montage, Pitbull’s Neanderthal-thug rhymes get pulsating block-letter treatment in an effort to deceive the senses into dancing and feeling the moment with Christina Aguilera‘s guest howl. Don’t be fooled:

Ask for money
And get advice
Ask for advice
Get money twice

Dynahead – ‘Abiogenesis

Brazilian metal quintet Dynahead take on the technical term for “spontaneous generation,” flexing System of a Down staccato speed and harmony muscles with token throat growls. Only thing that would make this mud experiment more gnar’d be if these mysterious latex hands scrawled messages of “unavoidable” and “attainable” on this guy’s forehead:

Unavoidable, attainable
Under none
Seed that’ll never be a seed
That’ll never outgrow
And will cover every shred of land

Tift Merritt – ‘To Myself

Lap steel gem from the alt-country heart’s lauded fifth album, Traveling Alone, dropped just this past October, “To Myself” gets human in its selfishness here, etched in hand-written lyrics and Super-8 or faux-Super-8 footage for that achy nolstagic slap only images of running horses and farms can cure:

Dancing awhile in my kitchen
I want you to myself

Air Traffic Controller – ‘You Know Me

One can never go wrong with cue cards. Bob Dylan knew that in 1965 with “Subterranean Homesick Blues.” But he’s Bob Dylan. And he had Allen Ginsberg in the background. Boston indie-pop set Air Traffic Controller – the lead singer was an actual controller of air traffic, fyi – have the remaining members of their band in the background, throwing a pretty weak party. But a nice contrast with the chill flipping of lyric cards nonetheless:

And you know me
I’ve never been on time for anything
I do apologize
I know it’s such a bother
I promise to try harder for you, girl