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The Flaming Lips
A Spoonful Weighs a Ton
I WAS LATE to the Flaming Lips party all three times. The first was their early acid-punk era, which was essentially over by the time I heard their 1993 album Transmissions from the Satellite Heart as a teen, finding it both loveable and beguilingly strange. The second time was following the release of 1999’s The […]
To ‘Quatch or Not to ‘Quatch
Our guide to navigating the Northwest’s Fest-iest Festival
Naked Race for the Prize
Naked bicyclists, pulsating vagina-balls, and boobs. Just another day
in a Flaming Lips video shoot.
Joyful Reluctance
Black Moth Super Rainbow let it shine.
Bombastic, Yet Friendly
A word heard frequently in the Flaming Lips’ new live DVD, UFOs at the Zoo, is “Yeah!” which Lips frontman Wayne Coyne urges the audience to shout loud enough to combat the destructive power of a hand grenade. I like this kind of dreamy metaphysics, and I call Coyne the morning after watching UFOs at […]
