There’s a dirty deed happening on the ultimate battlefield, but here, the fat-cat players don’t bother with shields. They’re too busy counting their cash and filling their flutes with the finest wine, snorting lines of ignorance while the world chokes on their fumes. They’ve sold Mother Earth for a pocketful of nothing, bribed silence with golden hush money. They see the end coming, but they don’t care. It’s all Learjets, luxury, and a cold hand on their heart. Tomorrow’s kids can burn, for all they care, as long as there’s still a profit to be squeezed from the ashes of a dying planet.
“Dealing with climate change is so frustrating that we had to address it in Dancing On The Battlefield,” songwriter Thomas Kowa explains. “Of course, there’s no happy ending here either, but at least we slam a big FUCK OFF in the face of the fossil fuel industry.”
The video runs like a fever dream, cinematically conjuring the bleak worlds of 1984, Blade Runner, and The Hunger. A young woman steps into a stark Brutalist fortress, only to find herself face-to-face with a slick businessman grinning as he plays puppet master with the planet’s people, treating them like pawns in his perilous, profitable game. The visuals dig deep into the dystopian, with shadows and steel framing every move, every sinister smile. Each frame pulses with a grim tension. The stark imagery holds a mirror up to our modern madness, where human lives are bartered and sold, and where the devil isn’t a horned beast – but a mere mortal counting his riches amidst the smoking ashes of our shared home.
Watch the video for “Dancing on the Battlefield” below:
Dancing On The Battlefield is the first single from their second album, Black Light District, via Swiss Dark Nights.
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