Vampire Weekend play block letter homage to their NYC stomping grounds, Snoop Lion forgets to put that damn lyrics in his ‘lyric video’, our favorite Brazilian metal collective, Dynahead, extends their head-torture series and more, in this week’s finest layering of text, vision and sound.

Rob Zombie – ‘Dead City Radio and The New Gods of Supertown

King “More Human than Human” charges throwback 70s rawk on with his signature moto-howl vocal stamp, pairing a Ralph Steadman Gonzo font with adventures following the “new gods of supertown.” Though he cornered the zombie market decades ago, this is just too Walking Dead not to include:

I want to tell you about dead city radio, man
And the new gods of supertown
A world of magic lanterns and chemical blues
A world where ‘x’ stands for the unknown and ‘y’ is the zero

Dynahead – ‘Collective Skin

Opposite the Brazilian metal quintet’s System of a Down-ish deconstruction of the technical term for ‘spontaneous generation‘ and their mud play party, comes another installment in torchering their lead singer’s head with various things. Enter, attack by panty hose and gauze, paired with messages of strength in numbers:

No longer alone as the world tries to swallow us
Together we will thrive

Snoop Lion – ‘No Guns Aloud

Too many spliffs, too heady on the logistics of a space porn conversation or something, the Lion formerly known as Dogg, formerly known as gangster advertises a lyric video with no lyrics. Not even in the description. The sentiment’s a wholesome one, though:

Cause, no guns are allowed, in here tonight
We’re gonna have a free-for-all, no fights
I wanna get lost in the crowd, in here tonight
I need to hear my thoughts, turn the music up loud

James Wesley – ‘Thank a Farmer

The finest take on an ‘murrican rural sentiment we’ve seen, with grainy, ribbon-lined emphasis – thank not charm and looks for the first time you got laid. You best thank a farmer, son:

Yeah I think back to that hayfield
Filled with girls and four wheels
Sneaking off with her for that first time
You can thank a farmer

Vampire Weekend – ‘Step

Aping a melody like they do best, the Ivy leagues finest indie-rock upstarts source the swing from Pachelbel’s Canon in D, which they’re citing as Bread‘s “Aubrey,” some words from YZ‘s “Who’s That Girl” and vintage-filtered shots of their NYC streets that actually threads together an endearing little package of big type and metropolis beauty as a timeless boy-meets-girl tale plays out. Albeit a little to Wes Anderson-like, as well. But hey, they’re growing:

The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones