To be fair, I've never heard an entire album by them, just a bunch of random Youtube videos. And I really do heart their overall presentation, the whole thing where Wayne Coyne is the MC of a neverending New Years Eve party, everyone is blitzed on LSD, and it's all gotten a wee bit weird.
From the little I've managed to wrap my ears around, though, all I can say about their brand of lysergic, slightly discordant and clangy pop is that it's just stunningly okay. (And Mercuy Rev do it better)
I just CANNOT, however, for the life of me see an interview with Wayne Coyne and not only read it once, but usually several times, and some bits repeatedly, just to make sure I truly got that. Almost everything he says is pure gold, like the following bit I culled from this week's Eye Magazine, in which he talks about the "accidental" musical/artistic journey he has found himself on with The Flaming Lips:
"I see this thing unfolding, and I don't know where it's going...I don't know whether if, at the end of this - or if there is an end - we won't just say, 'Wow, the world is more horrible than it is beautiful and I wish I didn't know that.' But I guess we don't really have a choice. We have to be curious andkeep searching, and we don't know what we're going to find."
Yeah. Wayne Coyne. Poet laureate of those who are still wowied by the holy what-the-fuckness of it all. Fuck yeah...
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