The Best Videos of 2010

The divas make like ultrafab versions of Thelma and Louise, dancing (and murdering) their way through dozens of costumes on a gloriously trashy nine-and-a-half-minute clip that's more entertaining than most feature films.

Rolling Stone's Best of 2010: Music, Movies, Videos, Photos and More

By Jonah Weiner and Will Hermes

Set to the gorgeous, sweeping "We Used to Wait," this forward-thinking art film uses Google Maps images of your childhood neighborhood — with amazing, poignant results.

The Brooklyn MCs make a hilarious clip that's also a fully playable video game — like Nintendo's Double Dragon, but set in Williamsburg.

The Chicago guys step up their game, grooving with a dazzling Rube Goldberg machine that smashes TVs and triggers paint-spewing cannons.

Rolling Stone's Best of 2010: Music, Movies, Videos, Photos and More

Spike Jonze sics hell-raising pandas on LCD, and singer James Murphy is bound with tape and forcibly dressed in drag. Raucous, anarchistic fun.

Yeezy calls this 90-second clip by Italian-Canadian artist Marco Brambilla — the concise flip-side of the sprawling 34-minute video for  "Runaway" — a "moving painting." With half-naked, neo-classical angels and demons floating around the rapper in slow motion like a Salvador Dali wet dream, we call it awesome. Though, like all the best dreams, it ends too soon.

A mutant dude walks into a 22nd-century warehouse party and sits down to play some kinda Oujia-backgammon with crystals, while a hottie cries into her MDMA-absinthe martini. The house band, meanwhile, makes dance music with weirdly illuminated instruments that's so damn catchy, it literally colonizes our hero's skull — pretty much exactly what it does to us.

Rolling Stone's Best of 2010: Music, Movies, Videos, Photos and More

Digitized line-drawings with a cheery Pantone palette depict "Pattern + Grid World," a community of cubist androids chilling sweetly at a parade — until the evil robots come along, of course, and fuck shit up. Balancing analog warmth with digital chill, it was as perfect a visualization of an artist's sound as we saw all year.

In which the U.K. avant-dance-pop geeks re-imagine themselves as a boy band performing for a bunch of screaming girls, until a freaky seraph comes in and goes all Carrie on their asses. Then everyone comes together in dance-party unity. And then it all goes to hell again. Like LCD Soundsystem, proof that self-conscious dance music is sometimes the best kind.

Scrawny white South African rappers, rocking out with rats and a gnomish dude with Progeria syndrome? Yes, it's a freak show — until Ninja's pugilist slang and Yolandi's squeaky hooks pull you into their Cape Town ghetto surrealism.

Rolling Stone's Best of 2010: Music, Movies, Videos, Photos and More