I cannot see I cannot feel I cannot breathe
Pool of blood underneath the Christmas tree
Le Mal’s “Red Maple Door” opens like a fever dream caught in celluloid; the kind of gothic fantasia where the air hums with perfume, smoke, and something far less earthly. Filmed at the storied Woodbury-Story estate (better known as the American Horror Story mansion), this first visual chapter from the Phoenix duo is an opulent séance of light, texture, and dread.
Set on Christmas Eve beneath the glint of a diamond chandelier and a crimson tree, the song paints a tableau of decadence and decay. It evokes an opulent hall of mirrors where pearls glint like armor, marble floors gleam with cold reflection, and a figure stands before a red door — hesitant, haunted, and half-remembered. The imagery bleeds between beauty and violence, the holiday warmth curdled into ritual and ruin.
The track’s pulse feels like a heartbeat trapped in glass — tense, insistent, and strangely devotional. Guitars slice through a fog of synthesizers, while the vocals coil like candle smoke around chandeliers that seem to sway with unseen motion. Beneath the glittering decor and fevered elegance lies a refrain of suffocation and surrender — as if the air itself has grown too heavy to breathe.
Somewhere between cathedral and cabaret, the video for “Red Maple Door” finds its rhythm. The camera glides through corridors thick with red fog, tracing the breath of a memory that refuses to stay buried. A veiled figure drifts across black marble floors, her reflection flickering beneath garlands and candlelight. Pearls gleam, glass darkens, and the walls seem to whisper. The band stands within this crimson mausoleum, playing to no audience but their own reflection.
Their movements are ritualistic, deliberate — as though invoking the ghosts of every decade that ever danced in eyeliner and ennui. The rhythm drives forward, relentless yet graceful; its energy encased in beauty’s brittle shell. The performance isn’t staged so much as possessed: the musicians seem less like players than apparitions keeping tempo with time’s own decay. By the final frame, the viewer has wandered through a house that feels alive — or unwilling to stay dead.
Red Fox Productions and Le Mal capture a deep sense of texture: lace, smoke, candlelight. Every shot feels soaked in nostalgia yet cut with menace, the kind of duality that defined the best of ’80s horror and post-punk’s morbid glamour. The aesthetic is sharpened, deliberate, and aware — the lighting bleeds from carmine to violet to pitch, each hue swallowing the last.
Watch the video for “Red Maple Door” below:
In its first vision, Le Mal arrive like scarlet fever — stylish, strange, and unforgettable. A séance disguised as a debut, “Red Maple Door” leaves you standing before the threshold, unsure whether to step through or pray it never opens again.
Listen to “Red Maple Door” below and order the single here.
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