Flame Out
At some point during the late 90’s we had the distinct pleasure of seeing The Flaming Lips at the fabulous 40 Watt Club in Athens GA. The plushies were there, and roadies handed out radio headsets to the first 50 people in the door because the band was going to be broadcasting extra, looped recordings over a pirate station or something. There was confetti and a robotic bird, and Wayne splattered fake blood on himself. The was no drummer, just an enormous projection of a drummer on a screen behind the band. It was a weird and excellent party. And one that we never really felt the urge to try and relive. So when sometime goldenfiddle concert critic Zhenya Katz told us she was going to the big Flaming Lips show at the Tabernacle a few nights ago, we told her to enjoy herself, not to accept cheap beer from strangers and that we wanted a review in the moment that sorry excuse for ecstasy wore off. Here now is her transcendent, glowing review…
The worst dog shit ever opened for them - Deerhoof; and the rest of the show sucked butt. And I fucking hate nouveau hippies and The United Arian Nation of Abercrombie. (Honestly, do you really need dreads and hemp wallets to follow Ween?) Unfortunately, nouveau hippies and The United Arian Nation of Abercrombie love The Flaming Lips. I should have ended this drug-buddy affair at Coachella ‘04.
Bummer! Maybe we should all just go check out URB’s exclusive slideshow and audio interview with Banksy spokesperson Simon Munnery from this weekend’s Barely Legal exhibit in Los Angeles.
DOWNLOAD: We’re thinking that the internets needs to shut down for repairs after this post. No fucking mercy…
i can never forget the first time i saw the lips ; brandon and kelly were on the rocks, david was putting meth in his sunny d and the noxema girl borrowed my car and ended up getting shot by her dad.
Deerhoof makes great music.
For interrogations.
yeah it was shitty to have to read through the Zune reviews on the music blogs but don’t blame them for taking the paid trip to seattle. they do what they do for free.
theydowhattheywanttodosaywhattheywanttosay the addams family.
banksy’s gettin played out
i still cry whenever a cowboy kills himself
Dude, please get that fucking ball off the screen.
you were kidding about the internets needing to shut down, weren’t you?
Spencer, will you please look up from your books and post something today? der.
are you dead spencer?
maybe that guy fulfilled his death threat on him from the other day.
sigh.
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You figure the Flaming Lips gotta be tired of the props. But its like what they say about M. Night Shymalan and the trick endings, people probably expect’em if that’s what you’re known for.
Ooh, Gojira