The Lips, in their perpetual state of arrested development, arrived one by one, entering through a door in between her legs. The show started off with the incandescent image of an animated Bollywood woman pleasing herself on a giant screen. The production team, clad in matching Bob-the-Builder attire, erected the Lips’ latest set extraordinaire as the crowd awaited the band’s arrival. So for me, the Lips live show is an entity to be kept completely separate from the Lips recording output–which in my opinion is sacrosanct, minus the lesser-loved At War with the Mystics, and the impossible-to-listen-to-unless-you-actually-have-four-stereos-lying-around-and-four-outlets-to-plug-them-into-all-in-the-same-room - Zaireeka.Ī variety of characters convoked at Philadelphia’s Festival Pier. Dave Friedman, despite his missteps in producing the second Clap Your Hands Say Yeah record, simply rules. They can make guitars sound like grinding teeth and subsequently throw a Snuggie (musically-speaking) around the planet formerly-known-as-Pluto. The Lips have always sounded huge and expansive in a way the Beatles and Floyd did not. More importantly, I affirm that the Flaming Lips (especially Soft Bulletinera Lips) are the closest thing - along with all those Elephant 6 collective bands - of recent artists that have come to equaling the dignity of Beatles/Pink Floyd-esque psychedelia. The Flaming Lips are one of those bands that I can easily and confidently pass along to two hopeful post-grad sweet hearts, Nurse Pauline and/or Cassie Ramone. “She Don’t Use Jelly” sounds as splendidly goofy in 2009 as it did when the Lips played it on Beverly Hills 90210. I do not recall how I discovered the Soft Bulletin and Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, but I do know that those two albums are amongst the holdovers (along with Wilco’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, and Beck’s dolorous-yet-plaintive Sea Change) from the CD collection of my Jew-fro touting high school days. The Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me soundtrack introduced me to the Flaming Lips, with the “Buggin” remix smacked in the middle of that disc.
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