Sweet fancy Jesus! I'm listening to the new Flaming Lips album Embryonic and it is fucking WEIRD AS SHIT. I know, you're thinking, it's the Flaming Lips; "weird as shit" is what they do before breakfast. But no, this isn't charming and whimsical weird as shit like Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots. This is scary, psychedelic, space-rock weird. I'm not even through the album completely but it might already be replacing Coheed & Cambria's Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth 3 as my favorite freaky, robot-tastic, apocalyptic, sci-fi rock album. That says a lot.
hopeavenue you know what I'm talking about!
Clearly Wayne has been hitting the sauce. If by sauce we mean a blender full of LSD and paint thinner. Oh no...I think people are whispering in Russian now? Reciting math problems? I don't even know what is happening with this album but I love the hell out of it already.
This strange end of the world music coincides with the latent Golden Globes rage I'm experiencing today. If Sandra Bullock beating out Helen Mirren for a best actress trophy isn't a sign of the end of times then I just don't know what is.
Needless to say, I'm off to check when the Lips are touring again. I suspect they'll need to bust out more than the UFO and confetti cannons for this one!