After commercial success finally caught up with critics reverence on 2002 s Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots, The Flaming Lips became recognised as a band to be genuinely excited by – to thrill to. They set their own benchmark with lovably bohemian but tr
After commercial success finally caught up with critics' reverence on 2002's Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots, The Flaming Lips became recognised as a band to be genuinely excited by - to thrill to.
They set their own benchmark with lovably bohemian but truly accessible music, and this eleventh album happily carries on that tradition.
Coyne's rails against Bush and Britney, and meditations on death and philosophy, are cloaked in space-funk, lolloping riffs and fuzzed-out guitar, such as on the brilliant current single The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song.
Like an aural version of your favourite all-you-can-eat buffet, each song, riff and idea jostles with the next for a space in your head. Brilliant.
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