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was born the day they shot a hole in the Jesus egg
Can the Flaming Lips be any more wholesome? Like psychedelic prodigal sons they have returned from post-punk weirdness, drug addiction, being old and being successful to deliver an almost perfect performance. At the Hammersmith Apollo in November giant testicular balloons rose and fell, streamers streamed, lasers ejaculated turgid green tentacles through the manic grins of the beloved who grabbed each other, electric eyed, yelling ‘This is the best concert, ever!’ Sense drunk on sound, vision, and ecstatic bonhomie The Lips almost languidly revelated their shoebox arena sermons to the saved, I was there I saw it happen.
Various top concert lists regularly feature the Flaming Lips, breathily intoning capital heavy praise like; ‘Things to see before you Croak’, ‘Incitements to Excitement’, ‘…puts Soul back in Rock and Roll’ etc. Indeed, its hard not agree as the Flaming Lips have mastered drawing the crowd in (sometimes on stage) and sending them home with the belief that the DIY ethic is viable and if these pretty regular guys of uneven talent can produce greatness, anyone can.
But these are old glories for the Flaming Lips, born from a gestation period lasting over 20 years, they’ve done it now and within the prop laden lovefest is a nagging doubt.
Between every song Wayne Coyne decides to pontificate, at length, and without any real focus. He is obviously earnest in what he says, practically choking with emotion when he tells us what’s on his mind; that we’re great, that the world can change, that we have the power, but these are messages too explicit in his music, too obvious in the metaphor heavy air reminiscent of children’s birthdays, to actually say anything other than emphasising the cult of Wayne.
My hands are in the air
And that’s where they always are
You’re f***ed if you do, and you’re f***ed if you don’t,
– Five stop mother superior rain
The Flaming Lips
Hammersmith Apollo
14th of November. 2006.
Lyrics: ‘Five Stop Mother Superior Rain’ – Flaming Lips, In A Priest Driven Ambulance
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