The Flaming Lips
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Clouds Taste Metallic (1995)
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The Abandoned Hospital Ship
3:38 |
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Psychiatric Explorations Of The Fetus With Needles
3:27 |
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Placebo Headwound
3:40 |
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This Here Giraffe
3:46 |
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Brainville
3:13 |
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Guy Who Got A Headache And Accidentally Saves The World
4:29 |
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When You Smile
3:13 |
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Kim's Watermelon Gun
3:21 |
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They Punctured My Yolk
4:21 |
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Lightning Strikes The Postman
2:50 |
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Christmas At The Zoo
3:06 |
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Evil Will Prevail
3:45 |
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Bad Days [aurally excited version]
4:38 |
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The Flaming Lips came from Oklahoma City, emerging in 1983 with their strange sound almost fully formed. Since then, the Flaming Lips have come under the almost singular leadership of singer Wayne Coyne and done magical things with alternative rock. In the early 1990s they made a commercial splash with "She Don't Use Jelly," showing the world their madcap pretzelling of pop music - a tumultuous tangle of guitars, bristling melodies, and oddball lyrics. Since then, The Soft Bulletin attempted a 90s version of Pet Sounds and largely succeeded, becoming one of the most acclaimed albums of the decade in its last few months. Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots (2002) was widely praised too, and eventually became a gold-seller: their biggest commercial success, two decades and 10 albums after they started. The Lips are also famous for their live performances, which often feature giant plastic balls, furry animal suits, hand puppets, videos, light-shows and truckloads of confetti. (soundunwound)
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The Flaming Lips - Clouds Taste Metallic (1995)
- The great thing about Flaming Lips records is that each new one renders all its predecessors obsolete. Clouds Taste Metallic continues the fine Lips tradition of quantum improvement. It's an elaborately orchestrated masterwork of crashing cymbals, chiming bells, tinkling pianos, buzzing guitars, chirping birds, humming projectors, exploding cities, cheering crowds, and vocals stacked to the stratosphere. Each song goes gleefully over the top, but every ridiculous element somehow seems just right. While the carnival atmosphere and silly song titles distract you from band leader Wayne Coyne's serious ambition, the album's power bubbles up from hidden depths and eventually overwhelms you. The smoldering packages in "Lightning Strikes the Postman" and the sleeping millions dreaming about killing the boss in "Bad Days" are funny, but they're also unnerving, and the band builds a whole song out of the sad truth that "Evil Will Prevail." The sense that this isn't all just fun and games makes happier moments such as the cosmic orgasm of "When You Smile" sound like something much more than a hippie's wet dream. This album isn't music to take drugs to; it's the drug itself. --Tim Quirk
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