There is a moment on "Body and Blood" where the beat drops out entirely and you are left alone with a voice describing something you cannot unhear, and that is the whole thesis of this record in four seconds of silence.
Clipping. has always been the group that understood noise not as texture but as argument. Daveed Diggs rapping, Jonathan Snipes producing, William Hutson co-producing — this trio has been making conceptual horror rap since 2013, but Visions of Bodies Being Burned is where the argument becomes airtight. Released in October 2020, it is the second volume in what the group framed as a horror anthology, the follow-up to There Existed an Addiction to Blood from the year prior. Where that album felt like a séance, this one feels like the room after.
The Production Architecture
Snipes and Hutson built these tracks in Los Angeles, layering field recordings, synthesizer drones, and processed noise in ways that resist the word "beat." The sub-bass on opener "Intro" doesn't swing — it accumulates, like pressure building behind a door. They have talked about working within the tradition of horrorcore while simultaneously dismantling it, which is the kind of thing that sounds like a press release until you actually listen and realize they mean it structurally.
The album brings in collaborators with real intent. Ho99o9 appear on "Enlacing," dragging the record into a crossover between noise-punk and rap that shouldn't cohere and somehow does completely. Cam & China arrive on "Check the Lock," which is built around a sample loop that circles without resolution. The guest list is curated the way a director casts a horror film — each presence chosen for what they make you feel, not just what they can do.
Diggs as Instrument
Daveed Diggs gets discussed as a technical rapper, which is accurate and also undersells the point. His flow on "Say the Name" operates at a speed that should feel like showing off and instead feels like panic. He is doing something specific here: performing narrators who are unreliable not because they lie but because they are inside the horror, unable to see its edges.
The writing across this record is genuinely literary in a way that word gets overused to avoid specifying. The horror tropes are not window dressing. They are load-bearing. "Drove" is a vampire story that is also something else. "Check the Lock" is a haunted house song that is also something else. The "something else" is never stated, which is the entire point, and also why this record stays with you.
Listening to It Right
I'll say plainly: this is not an album for passive listening. It will not reward you as background noise and will not forgive you for trying. Put it on after midnight, alone, on something that handles low frequencies with honesty. The mastering by Andrew Sheps is precise and unsparing — nothing is softened, and the dynamic range is treated as part of the composition. On a good pair of closed-back headphones the noise collages become three-dimensional in a way that open-backs actually undercut, because the isolation is part of what the record is asking of you.
The horror genre has always been the place American art puts the things it cannot discuss directly. Clipping. knows this. They have made a record that earns its darkness rather than borrowing it, which in 2020 — in that particular October — felt less like an artistic choice and more like the only honest available posture.
The silence after "Body and Blood" ends is the kind of silence you remember.