THE FLAMING LIPS SOFT BULLETIN DOWNLOAD
Album pre-orders begin today and will include an instant download of “Race for the Prize” from the album. For the LIPS and their fans, perhaps the apex of a magnificent interpretation that will remain as rewarding and emotionally-charged as it was that night in 2016.
This particular event has been regarded by those in attendance as one of the most awe-inspiring, moving and magical moments of a lifetime. I intend to do both.On May 26, 2016, THE FLAMING LIPS performed their universally acclaimed 1999 Warner Records album The Soft Bulletin in its entirety with the Colorado Symphony at Red Rocks Amphitheater in Morrison, Colorado. It’s possible to listen to this album as a sleeping aid, or when you want to jump around your living room in pop abandon. I’m definitely impressed by this, because it proves that you can create beautiful songs that tread on the edge of human perception, but still inject warmth and emotion into them. I feel bad for that frat boy… he doesn’t know what he’s missing, and I’m quite grateful for what I discovered. Although Flowchart is definitely more electronic, the mood is the same. Maybe it’s no coincidence that I recently pulled out Flowchart’s Cumulous Mood Twang.
There are very few albums that I listen to that sound so, well, exuberant. Just check out the “Waitin’ For A Superman,” where Coyne sings “Tell everybody waitin’ for a superman that they should try to hold on as best they can/He hasn’t dropped them, forgot them or anything/It’s just too heavy for a superman to lift” with the kind of emotion and pathos that REM wish “Everybody Hurts” had. Even the lyrics, as obtuse as they can sometimes be, are not without their warmth and depth. And even when the Lips go electronic, it’s usually in the form of some extra beats that just float around the edge of the track before the hook kicks in. There’s the amazing bridge in “The Spark That Bled” where the Lips get their groove thing going on, or the gospel-ish “Gash.” Or the aptly-named “Feeling Yourself Disintegrate,” where the whole golden mess slowly beams out in some transporter-like haze.
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There’s a sense that his voice could crack at anytime, which brings the orbiting ambient melodies and arrangements back to earth. His warbling, high-pitched voice is less-than-perfect, which adds a touch of humanity to the music. And even Coyne’s voice sound gorgeous and well-tuned for the music. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and The Beach Boys’ arrangements, but also to works such as My Bloody Valentine’s Loveless and The Boo Radleys’ Everything’s Alright Forever, The Soft Bulletin exudes bright arrangements, soft keyboard flourishes that shine like rays of sunlight, the occasional choir, and pop hooks drenched in spaced-out effects and melancholy. If you’re fans of all that’s beautiful and spacy about psychedelic rock, but can’t stand the 15 minute echo-drenched guitar solos or the drones that sound like someone fell asleep on the Moog, or if you’re fans of pop music, but just wish it seemed a little more grandiose, then you owe it to yourself to give The Soft Bulletin a spin. I think most of it has to do with Wayne Coyne’s voice, which always sounds like it’s trying to reach for notes that are close, but just out of reach.īut I think this album is worth a second look for those who fall into the latter category. I believe the Flaming Lips are a band that you either love through thick and thin (you probably gathered 3 of your friends so you could play all 4 discs of Zaireeka at some party - and you never saw your friends again) or you hate them with a righteous passion. This is really quite sad, because I could easily have passed up one of the most beautiful albums to come down the pipe in some time. But instead of plunking down the $14, he decides to spend his money on beer, or worse yet, the new Blink 182 album.Ĭome to think of it, that was actually me in that record store… He flips through it absentmindedly, and sees The Soft Bulletin. A dim memory stirs of “She Don’t Use Jelly,” and he thinks to himself at how cool it was to like that song because it was so, well, alternative. He comes to the “F” section and sees The Flaming Lips. I can imagine some frat boy walking through the aisles of his local record store, trying to decide if there’s anything to spend his student loans on before he wastes it all on beer this coming Friday.
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