Directed & Produced by Kate Banford & Jamie Loftus
Featuring: Mitra Jouhari, Demi Adejuyigbe, Jamie Loftus, Sadie Dupuis
Cinematographer: Darby Irrgang
Gaffer: Madeline Bishop
Amplify Dress & Love Wearer Two Piece: MOMO Fashions / Morgan Fletcher
Additional Wardrobe: Friends NYC
Music Video Backdrop: Eileen Echikson
On Set Producer: Caitlin Feeney
Editors: Kate Banford & Daniel Lewis Cupps
Graphic Designer: Andrew Shearer
Wallace Shawn Zine: Jamie Loftus
Choreography: Patsy Gay
Thank you to:
April Salud, DiPinto Guitars, Sarah Cowell at Tattooed Mom, Expressway Cinema Rentals, Kevin Gray, Monica Hartlove, Sydney Hernandez, Dan Angelucci, Isaac Taylor, Kendra Gug, Ari Fishbein, Julia Celley, Friends NYC
“Hysterical” from Haunted Painting, out September 25, 2020
Sadie Dupuis – guitar, bass, synths, organ, marimba, prepared piano, drum programming, vocals, production, arrangement
Zoë Brecher – drums, percussion
Maryam Qudus – engineering at Tiny Telephone, Oakland and San Francisco, CA
Sarah Tudzin – mixing at Sonic Ranch, Tornillo, TX
Emily Lazar & Chris Allgood – mastering at The Lodge, New York, NY
$1 per album sale in 2020 will benefit Prevention Point Philadelphia, a harm reduction organization providing free medical care, syringe exchange, shelter, overdose reversal training, and other vital social services. Learn more about them at ppponline.org.
You’re in it for the fight, right? A voyeur for the gore who can’t keep on ice anymore. Bring it to the yard, dare to turn it off. That’s another breach from nature. The future’s looking febrile. Clear craze, polythene for poisoning is evermore the rage. Suit up.
Hysterical, you wanna see me disappear. Carve a little piece of my heart, then chop the rest for parts. You wanna see me disappear. Turn the other cheek on your mess, utter disinterest. You wanna make it disappear. Hysterical, to laugh like it’s not ammunition.
Rent another wreck. Breach an unillustrative contract. Brunch to break the union that erects your crystal prisms. You’re in it for the fight, right? You clamor for the gore – you can’t hide that lust anymore.
Clear craze, see me on a better day. Your sentimental way’s hysterical, to laugh like it’s not ammunition. I wanna see you disappear and laugh like I don’t need permission.