In It Rocks Us… Skreber sells revulsion on the merits of sex appeal. Painted with the soft focus of advertising, his car crash doesn't glorify death but renders it more intimate through the astringent gloss of pop. Skreber's mesmerising painting broaches the unthinkable. Alluring in its sterile beauty, the surface promises nothing beyond our commodified conception of the infinite: a terrible fascination glimmering with airbrushed newness.