It’s a typically wet East London evening in late June, and I am draped in oversized stolen surgical scrubs, making my music video debut as the disinterested lab assistant to a Glaswegian teashop proprietor and budding medical torturer who has drugged and is subsequently planning to inject a nasty-looking potion into the man lying on a table in front of me.

Welcome to the world of Chairman Kato.

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