The Flaming Lips – Be My Head
By no measure am I the biggest Flips fan you’ll find, but that’s pretty purely a result of their last handful of nothing but disappointing pointless pop albums. The fact is that they began their career with one of the strongest streaks in rock history, & released 4 if not 5 solid albums right off the bat. Beginning with psych drug noise shocks & expanding gradually to become the space mavens of Transmissions from the Satellite Heart (somehow they’re strange break-out record), the boys stayed pretty true to the noise-as-rhythm experiment for as long as anyone could expect them to, if not longer. Songs like “Be My Head” eventually became the ends of a messy means & melded wonderfully static & feedback with a pitchless catchy chorus that rose like sonorous satellites themselves. Where are you Lips? Return to this, your senseless droning drug-pop, please.
