thedelihaus
Nocturnal transmissions
The new Flaming Lips disc, Embryonic, is one dark, moody, brooding trippy record indeed.
No "Vaseline" pop song here, and no upbeat electric experimental "Yoshimi vs. the Pink Robots" with romanticized hit singles snuck in (though I enjoy those greatly), this album sounds like a Moody Blues album gone electronic, experimental, and sinister, all under the influence of psychedelic mushrooms and piloting a space ship, alone and desperate and introspective, across a barren Buck Rogers planet.
While many artists the collective median age of the Flaming Lips are living off royalties, greatest hits compilations, or planning reunion tours, the Lips continue to progress and grow as artists.
Perhaps the best thing to come out of Oklahoma. Ever.
No "Vaseline" pop song here, and no upbeat electric experimental "Yoshimi vs. the Pink Robots" with romanticized hit singles snuck in (though I enjoy those greatly), this album sounds like a Moody Blues album gone electronic, experimental, and sinister, all under the influence of psychedelic mushrooms and piloting a space ship, alone and desperate and introspective, across a barren Buck Rogers planet.
While many artists the collective median age of the Flaming Lips are living off royalties, greatest hits compilations, or planning reunion tours, the Lips continue to progress and grow as artists.
Perhaps the best thing to come out of Oklahoma. Ever.