L.E.S. Artistes, by Santogold

This song’s been stuck in my head off and on for the past few months. My gut interpretation was that it was about the sacrifices involved in pursuing an artist’s vocation. The Wikipedia page suggests it’s more about frustration with judgmental hipsters, artistic posers, et al. So go figure. Nima Nourizadeh’s oddly alluring/disturbing video treatment, meanwhile, is itself a (pretentious? sincere?) homage to a 1973 cult film, The Holy Mountain, itself a psychedelic reworking of material from St. John of the Cross’s “Ascent of Mt. Carmel