A fellow I work with let me borrow the Flaming Lips' most recent album, At War with the Mystics. I'm slowly getting to know it, and am enjoying it thus far, though I admit nothing has really jumped out at me as amazing just yet. But, on a similar note to my last entry, the tune of the track "It Overtakes Me / The Stars Are So Big . . . I Am So Small . . . Do I Stand A Chance?" stood out at me before I realized the song title and some of the lyrics are somewhat apropos to my ramblings about the cosmos.
Head to the Lips' website to listen to the track, it's 07., though the sound quality leaves much to be desired. And while you're there, give the others a chance. Yeah, this album is actually growing on my as I type; this is the closest listen I've given it yet, and there are some interesting things going on. The sixth track, "The Wizard Turns On … The Giant Silver Flashlight And Puts On His Werewolf Moccasins", is pretty great. As are the catchier first and second tracks, "The Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Song" (a tad reminiscent of Neil Young's most recent effort*) and "Free Radicals", respectively.
And yes, I, uh, read Wayne Coyne's synopsis of his, umm, inspiration for the track, but it turns out we're on a similar page in some respects. Gwen Stefani and cosmic bliss? Fantastic. (Scroll down to read comments for all tracks.)
* What I mean to say here is that I don't think I'm going out on a limb to think the Lips are getting political; the "Yeah" song seems rather conspicuously directed towards governmental talking heads. Tom Moon had an interesting and slightly funny review on NPR of Young's Living With War. He gives it to us straight about the musical quality of the album stating that "these are not the best songs Neil Young has ever written" but that the effort is "purposeful, indignant and alive with spirit". His most interesting comment? "How come it took a sixty-year-old Canadian to deliver Rock'n'Roll's most passionate commentary on [the war in Iraq]?" Maybe Neil should think about rocking-out with forty-five-year-old Wayne.
It Overtakes Me, Master-Slaves Me
A fellow I work with let me borrow the Flaming Lips' most recent album, At War with the Mystics. I'm slowly getting to know it, and am enjoying it thus far, though I admit nothing has really jumped out at me as amazing just yet. But, on a similar note to my last entry, the tune of the track "It Overtakes Me / The Stars Are So Big . . . I Am So Small . . . Do I Stand A Chance?" stood out at me before I realized the song title and some of the lyrics are somewhat apropos to my ramblings about the cosmos.
Head to the Lips' website to listen to the track, it's 07., though the sound quality leaves much to be desired. And while you're there, give the others a chance. Yeah, this album is actually growing on my as I type; this is the closest listen I've given it yet, and there are some interesting things going on. The sixth track, "The Wizard Turns On … The Giant Silver Flashlight And Puts On His Werewolf Moccasins", is pretty great. As are the catchier first and second tracks, "The Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Song" (a tad reminiscent of Neil Young's most recent effort*) and "Free Radicals", respectively.
And yes, I, uh, read Wayne Coyne's synopsis of his, umm, inspiration for the track, but it turns out we're on a similar page in some respects. Gwen Stefani and cosmic bliss? Fantastic. (Scroll down to read comments for all tracks.)
* What I mean to say here is that I don't think I'm going out on a limb to think the Lips are getting political; the "Yeah" song seems rather conspicuously directed towards governmental talking heads. Tom Moon had an interesting and slightly funny review on NPR of Young's Living With War. He gives it to us straight about the musical quality of the album stating that "these are not the best songs Neil Young has ever written" but that the effort is "purposeful, indignant and alive with spirit". His most interesting comment? "How come it took a sixty-year-old Canadian to deliver Rock'n'Roll's most passionate commentary on [the war in Iraq]?" Maybe Neil should think about rocking-out with forty-five-year-old Wayne.
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