Like the monstrous assemblage of rotting limbs and dead flesh famously animated by Mary Shelley’s mad doctor Victor Frankenstein, Don’t Hug Me Hug This manifests a similarly post-human hybrid. But unlike Frankenstein’s fetid composition of decaying cadavers and hewn off appendages, the body of Don’t Hug Me Hug This is comprised of pop cultural objects that are blatantly and excessively artificial. Elements of schlock horror, practical special effects, kawaii and pop music have been unflinchingly hacked off and stitched together into one corpulent display of grotesquely unfettered synthetics. Stare long enough into its giddy post-human (w)hole and you might just catch it obscenely cry out to you with the urgency of a new born: “don’t hug me, hug this!”