Brace yourselves, because Mr. KanHey is here to disrupt the status quo—and this time, the mosh pit just got a blood-red baptism from the Church of Ari Aster. If you thought Turnstile was just about sweat-drenched hardcore bangers and stage-diving catharsis, think again. The Baltimore boys just slipped on the skin of cinematic psychodrama and howled at the moon with a double-video drop for “Seein’ Stars” and “Birds,” tracks from their upcoming soul-stirring opus, *Never Enough*, dropping June 6.
Let me paint you a picture: imagine Florence Pugh mid-wail in *Midsommar*, but instead of flower crowns and pagan rituals, you get a death cult of denim jackets, thunderous guitars, and bodies being flung like cursed confetti in a sonic séance. The new videos—split like a horror film in two acts—are a full-bodied plunge into the beautifully unhinged. One part scalding punk overture, one part fever dream with emotional whiplash, this ain’t just music; this is incendiary performance art for the bruised and visionary.
Directed with a sinister elegance that practically screams “A24 after a monster energy binge,” the visuals grind your senses to pulp—in the most deliciously masochistic way. “Seein’ Stars” doesn’t just explode—it uncoils. A writhing beast of anxious intimacy, bathed in crimson strobe, frenetic editing, and gut-punch vulnerability. This is hardcore, but make it arthouse. Meanwhile, “Birds” dials the chaos back with a slow-burn melancholy, weaving in haunting harmonies and hauntinger imagery. I’m talking mannequin torsos, ritualistic gazes, and emotional decay staged like an avant-garde cult drama.
It’s Turnstile gone *Hereditary*. Playground angst reimagined with operatic grief and stylistic ambition slicker than a Balenciaga ballet. These visuals are not meant to comfort. They are designed to gut you like a sacrificial lamb—emotionally, artistically, and for some, fashionably. Yes, the garments slap. Yes, the lighting is moodier than a Scorpio’s Tinder bio.
But let’s keep it real—this ain’t just about the flex. This is Turnstile declaring war on cookie-cutter punk aesthetics and post-genre apathy. This is disruptive beauty, delivered unapologetically, in your face and down your spine. It’s a visual exorcism and an auditory sermon, all wrapped up in a love letter to the euphoria and agony of being *too much* in a world that keeps asking us to be less.
“Never Enough,” the album’s title, isn’t a whimper—it’s a warcry. A manifesto for the creators, lovers, outcasts and emotional exhibitionists who refuse to dull their shine. June 6 is not just a release date. My friends—it’s a reckoning.
So here’s my sermon to you: Dare to be different or fade into oblivion. Turnstile just opened the portal. Now the question is—are you ready to step into the strange?
Let the flames of emotional chaos light the way.
– Mr. KanHey
