(The lyrics and images in this video could be triggering)
The Raveonettes - Boys Who Rape (Should All Be Destroyed)Sune comments on the making of the video:
I penned this song in the later stages of recording In And Out Of Control. At the time I wanted to add an up-tempo song to the album but had no idea what I was getting myself into. The words started pouring and suddenly I realized I was writing about something very important and close to me. An anger stored in me for as long as I can remember. An anger triggered in me by personally witnessing the effect of rape on various individuals and the cowardice of the perpetrators. The immense hatred for someone savagely robbing another girls innocence. The disgust for someone brutally forcing a girl to succumb to horrendous acts of violence and sexual humiliation, scarring her for life.
The video was done in the same fashion as the songwriting. Quick and spontaneous. Anger and frustration was cast upon the images and thrown together in a disorderly fashion mimicking the violent behavior of rapists. The song is also a celebration of life and the fact that life does move on even after tragic events such as these. I chose to incorporate several “happy” moments, such as the best guitar solo ever, into the video to leave a sense of hope amidst all this tremendous despair.
Be warned, some images are quite strong but I felt it necessary to portray the evilness in this barbaric act.
This is So Fucking beautiful.
Did I ever tell you guys about my crush on 1984 Martin Gore?
He’s totally my type. I <3 dudes with make-up and bad haircuts.
You know what my two favorite things are? Oddities and imperfections.
His crooked teeth and poorly fitting clothes make me happy.
And this song is the perfect mix of poignant and awful. It’s like if you took all the songs I wrote when I was eight and all the poetry I wrote when I was 14 and mashed them together you’d get this song.
It speaks to my soul, man.
disclaimer: there’s something seriously wrong with me and I’m almost incapable of sharing things like music or tv shows that make me look like I have any kind of taste whatsoever. It’s like that time I was dating an uptight Catholic boy and he asked me what I liked to listen to and I was like, “uhh, Project Pitchfork?” because I happened to be on a dark electronica kick that day and he was like, “…I think we should break up.” “What? Nooo…come on.” And like a day later I told him about how when I was 12 I had an unhealthy obsession with the Thorn Birds and I kiiiind of have a thing for priests and he was like, “Yeah, I don’t think we should talk anymore.” And I was like, “Pssh, Martin Gore would get it…he’s weird like me…” It’s a pathology man. I seem to love making myself look really bad.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is I have good taste in music? I just refuse to provide evidence. Because that would be too easy?
I think I have this need to take the things I like that have the least appeal and explain why they’re good or they make sense. Except my explanations usually fall short because I’m the least articulate person on earth. It’s the, “What? I just want to fuck a priest because I have a crush on a gay actor who was popular in the 80’s. Why are you offended?” approach to life. I don’t really recommend it.
(Depeche Mode rules though. No apologies.)