In the clip, twigs assumes the role of an Aaliyah-inspired Queen of the Damned ruler, reigning over cryptically dancing clones. It's a slow-moving assault of a visual, with its four-minute,single take gradually pulling back to reveal the kinetic painting Nabil created. The song itself is the aural equivalent of a sustained orgasm.
No contemporary artist — save for The Weeknd and maybe BANKS — has managed to infuse such a raw sexuality in their music without feeling exploitive. This isn't your everyday "let's get it on" jam. This is a spiritual experience that FKA twigs is hypnotically dominating. Submit to it — or, in this case, bow down.