OST – Homeless | Official Music Video Features DIY Video Effects

OST is self-described as the ‘mental-illness-rock project.’ New York based musician Shane Harrington has come a long way growing up in the murder capital of Europe Limerick City, (or Stab City as it is referred to in the media) Caught living between two rivaling gangs, his family home (as well as his fathers car) were set fire multiple times and eventually the divorce of his parents gave way to art college, touring Europe with DIY punk bands, and eventually moving to here to New York, (where he’d fit in with any native New Yorker!)

The video features some wonderful hand-drawn artwork that flash in-and-out like hobo markings, while its experimental lo-fi / DIY aesthetic enhances the music. Halfway through, you’ll wonder much like I did just what was under that plate cover? You’ll know soon enough! 

The symbolic gestures really work fantastically as well: broken twigs, ribbons, reverse shots, it’s a very Jungian experience. The only lyrics featured in the song are, “Food? Tonight?” Making those twigs in Harrington’s mouth a tad bit more appetizing if you haven’t thought of the answer to that question.

Musically the guitar work is a breathtaking tapestry of delay and pitched layers that sustain the vocal wailing in the distance. The fast-paced finger picking provides a bit of anxiety to the otherwise deeply entrenching feeling on “Homeless,” – breaking it up only momentarily, and somewhere around the middle by now you realize you’re listening to an instrumental. Yes. It took me that long to wake up from the spell.

On the recently released album Uncaused, Shane Harrington had this to say, “The lyrics deal with themes of mental illness, trauma, psychology, therapy industries and social issues. All of the guitars, bass, sequencers, synths, organ, art, engineering and mixing were all handled by myself.”

If there’s ever a place that welcomes you, it’s New York City:

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”