| Artist | Hum |
| Song | Comin' Home |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
Hum perform "Comin' Home" inside a surreal, heavily stylized world that mixes straightforward band performance with strange images and shifting visual effects. The video moves through a psychedelic dream of espionage, swarming locusts, unusual liquid imagery, and deliberately disorienting transitions. Rather than presenting a literal narrative, it uses fragmented scenes, bold colors, and experimental visuals to match the song's atmospheric alternative-rock sound. The result is an abstract performance piece with a dreamlike, slightly ominous tone.
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We're two points collapsing, supercharged from the storm. Sun drenched in our faces, too deformed. Bliss with intent to see us peeling locust skins from the locust tree. Hang on to these places she says to me. Clearly in this afternoon, clearly we will have to turn and come home soon. She fell into me a point collapsing with her lovely face in the snow. The mission could be corrupted, and we wouldn't know. (And we wouldn't know.) My baby reaches for the sound, I've got my feet against the ground. My baby reaches for the sound, I'll take you anywhere you know. Loving me more as you see us peeling locust skins from the locust trees. ... |