There’s a shadowy young man in the video for A Place to Bury Strangers’ “You Are the One” who gets his ass pummeled unmercifully for what seems like forever. A similar-looking gentleman of a similar age occupies another storyline, wandering a nameless urban street until he finds himself underground amid a trio of lascivious dancers. The assailant in the first scene continues his bloodbath until the video’s four minutes wind down, taking another unfortunate soul to task and capping his night off by molesting an eager, blood-soaked hitchhiker. (Take a second.) The whole affair is positively brutal at first glance, a noir-inflected nightmare only someone like David Lynch could produce and sell as “art.” And yet it complements the aesthetic of the “loudest band in New York” in a way that seems to make sense of the trio’s music — blunt and textured, washy and murderous — against all odds. There’s a romantic strain here that I can’t quite put my finger on, one that defies easy categorization as “goth” or “shoegaze.” More at the ready, however, is the sense that APTBS’ upcoming show couldn’t come at a better time. The dog days of this unrepentant summer need a proper soundtrack. This ceaseless sweat has to have meaning.