When I was a teenager, this was a thing of legend - the type of alt culture urban legend that isn’t technically possible anymore. Kids today can’t possibly appreciate the feeling of tracking down a rare video artifact, because everything now is a mere Google search away. I found this video at the bootleg VHS stand at a local comic book convention, sitting between duped Red Dwarf compilations and home video of early Nirvana shows. There was no context provided, no wiki page to reference - just a Xerox-copied cover with a backwards n and “broken” on the front, and a list of the contained music videos on the back. I can’t remember what I paid for it, but it was a weighty purchase at the time - $30, maybe. And when I unveiled it with my friends on my bedroom VHS player, it was worth every penny: Scary and gross and awesome - and again, without any context. For all I knew, the “snuff” segments could have been real. I felt I had something truly rare and unique, possibly dangerous. And that was what rock music was about in the 90s: It was danger and dirt and hate and anger and pissing people off. There isn’t any of that left in mainstream rock anymore (is there even mainstream rock anymore?). So if you’re young, and seeing this for the first time, remember that this is not for you. It’s a product of a bygone era. It was never meant for searchable, on-demand access, never meant for the soft-hearted masses who put no effort into seeking it out. It’s here now because it should be preserved - but really, if you didn’t find this on VHS decades ago, or seek it out on file-sharing networks more recently, you don’t deserve it.