We were nothing without punk rock giving us the kind of freedom to do anything without being so embarrassed about it. Luckily, punk rock came along, and it was the loudest style out there and allowed us to be a group and make this record. I mean, I was born in 1961, so I was meant to be a weirdo in a ‘70s rock group. Wayne’s Words: “While the sound feels rooted in rock, you must remember I grew up in the late ‘70s for the most part. Oh My Gawd is the Lips showing off their skill at balancing punk with sweeter acoustic numbers. The ‘Mats vibe shows up again on the album opener “Everything’s Exploding” while “Can’t Stop the Spring” hints at later Lips’ album, Transmissions From the Satellite Heart. Verdict: Though this album might effectively mark the beginning of the band’s entry into playful experimentation, it’s an album also rooted in classic rock, with elements of Zeppelin, Mountain, and Deep Purple showing up in songs while “One Million Billionth of a Millisecond on a Sunday Morning” shows off the band’s penchant for Floyd. Listen to that Reggie Watts spoken verse at the end of “There Should Be Unicorns” and tell me that isn’t strangely compelling and, of course, weird as F. It’s the beauty that emerges in the often downbeat tracks that make this album worth investigating. While “The Castle” is somewhat catchy, the rest is deliberately not. Much of the credit goes to their longtime producer Dave Fridmann, who’s helped the band create their most “headphone” record in years. It is their most polished record since At War With the Mystics. There isn’t a clear-cut definition as to what the record is. Second is to listen to it straight through to try to penetrate what is somewhat impenetrable. Verdict: The best way to go into Oczy Mlody is to listen to it straight through the first time in order to dismiss any pre-conceived notions as to what this thing was going to be and where it was going to go. The first verse of that song appears on this record’s “Sunrise,” but the rest is its own weird beast. The Lips wrote (excuse me, “co-wrote”) the majority of Miley Cyrus’ Dead Petz album, and one of those songs was “The Floyd Song (Sunrise)”. The biology teacher would surely be fired for wasting school funds on gummy candy instead of the real deal. To make matters stranger, upon closer inspection you see it’s really just a gummy fetal pig, and once you finally begin your dissection, instead of removing organs you remove a USB drive. You reach down to pick it up, only to discover you can’t get a good grip as it keeps sliding out of your grasp, bouncing once more. But what if you make that first puncture and the fetal pig slips off the table, bouncing off the ground and ricocheting off the wall. The animal is long dead, and all you have to do is just slice, slide, open, and extract the organs and limbs you’ve been instructed to remove. This time, we sort through the best and worst of Wayne Coyne’s spongy, gooey mind.Ī biology class dissection is normally an easy, albeit squeamish, process to get through. It’s exact science by way of a few beers. Welcome to Dissected, where we disassemble a band’s catalog, a director’s filmography, or some other critical pop-culture collection in the abstract. This feature originally ran in 2013 and has been updated.
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