South Dacola Music Club with The Flaming Lips

If you’re into weird, eclectic music, then the Flaming Lips are your perfect musical companion.

From their biography on Rolling Stone.com:

Rock has produced few stranger or more daring bands in the last 20 years than Oklahoma City’s Flaming Lips, who embrace everything from merry prankster psychedelia to orchestral pop. At the outset, the Lips tried to bridge the seemingly insurmountable gap between Butthole Surfers-style dementia and bubblegum pop, with mixed results. Their early albums are jumbles of ideas, the weirdness genuine, the songs expansive and sometimes giddily incoherent. They’re as much a response to hardcore punk’s inflexible pithiness as to mainstream rock’s polish.

With In a Priest Driven Ambulance, a coherent vision starts to peek through the chaos. It comes courtesy of an irony-free cover of the standard “(What a) Wonderful World,” sung with wobbly conviction by Wayne Coyne. For all its disorienting ugliness and alienating strangeness, the world really is a wonderful place, the Lips insist — an unfashionable stance that the band would continue to explore with increasingly plangent results.

 

 

Lead singer Wayne Coyne goes crowd surfing in a big plastic ball

Lead singer Wayne Coyne goes crowd surfing in a big plastic ball

 

 

 

Another interesting article about them from Rolling Stone called “Okies From Outer Space“:

Wayne Coyne has not taken any drugs since his early twenties. This fact often comes as a shock to fans of his band, the Flaming Lips. The group has been making increasingly trippy and, to the surprise of even the band, increasingly popular psychedelic-rock albums since 1984, and its music, coupled with Coyne’s surreal cover paintings and bent lyrical aesthetic — song titles include “Jesus Shootin’ Heroin,” “My Cosmic Autumn Rebellion,” “Pilot Can at the Queer of God,” “Talkin’ ‘Bout the Smiling Deathporn Immortality Blues (Everyone Wants to Live Forever)” and, my personal favorite, “They Punctured My Yolk” — have led reasonable people to make certain assumptions.

If you haven’t heard them yet, check ’em out.



6 comments ↓

#1 comoprozac on 01.23.09 at 8:54 am

I’ve sort of grown tired of the Lips’ shtick as of late, but I’ve been a long-time fan. I’ve written about it once in a while.

#2 l3wis on 01.23.09 at 9:00 am

Yeah, I’m the same way, it’s like Sonic Youth, I go thru my phases. This week I’m stuck on ‘The Rubber City Rebels’ and ‘Richard Thompson’

#3 Ghost of Dude on 01.23.09 at 9:12 am

Thompson’s they guy who sings “1952 Vincent Black Shadow”, isn’t he?

If not, it’s a great song.

#4 l3wis on 01.23.09 at 9:35 am

The whole album is great, ‘Rumor and Sigh’ – pick it up.

http://www.amazon.com/Rumor-Sigh-Richard-Thompson/dp/B00000DRC3

#5 EggBert on 01.23.09 at 3:50 pm

Dear GhostlyDud: Although I tried to talk her out of it, my neighbor, Creamy Nugent, wanted me to ask you if she can merge her own creamy, flaming lips with these Flaming Lips folks in the plastic bubble? She insists she will wear sexual-crisis protection, is only currently inflamed with 3 types of guy-girl goo ailments, and enjoys crowded, creamy crowd surfing…

Sincerely,

EggBert via Creamy

#6 l3wis on 01.23.09 at 5:11 pm

I think I’m gonna be sick, eggbutt.