You might want to skip this post, as it may be difficult to shake. SKYND is a troll in a Danish fairy tale depicting a kidnapped wife and her husband’s attempts to take her back. He eventually succeeds, but only with the admonition he must never rush her to do anything again, otherwise she’ll be returned to the troll (SKYND). The band of the same name is the brainchild of Swedish-born Marina Ortega (maybe) — per her website, “I want to get as close as possible to the evil that humans are capable of. I am obsessed with it. For weeks, months even, I’ve been trying to get into the heads of the most vicious, cruel killers. There is nothing more fascinating to me than people who have reached the boundary of their humanity.” And by God she does it. Each of her thrilling music videos recreates a different serial killer in all of their hideous glory (Richard Ramirez, Jim Jones, Katherine Knight, et al.), or in some cases murderous situation (Columbine). This isn’t Mr. Rogers stuff here, this is adult, fully-fledged, unrepentant horror and not an easy watch as SKYND is an ambitious, exacting performer highly demanding of her audience. The music has an almost sing-song effect of ice-cold metal riveted together with SKYND’s vexingly-voxed vocals and achingly high-pitched candy-cane-lilted lyrics creating an eerily disquieting effect that offsets against the deeply-thrusted dynamic rhythms. Tyler Hadley the man (re animal) per Wikipedia, took three pills of ecstasy, stood behind his Mother and proceeded to bludgeon her to death with a hammer, then found his Father and echoed the sentiment. At the end of the video, she actually depicts Tyler’s overweight Dad exiting his master suite, and realizing his son’s brutal intent, he mouths a scream of “Why?” and at the very end his son mouths back, in an inconceivable blood-rage, “Why. The. Fuck. Not.” The chorus’s ‘party’ reference is of course to Tyler’s bash (over 60 attendees) at the actual crime scene mere hours later, and displaying his handiwork to at least one friend. “And the party goes on, and on and on…” You will feel the sheer magnitude of intensity that is SKYND’s portrayal, but your inner-child may want its Mommy.