Alright, I like The Flaming Lips. From Transmissions from the Satellite Heart, to Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell, to Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, the band aggressively pursues a non-traditional songwriting style while retaining a mostly traditional rock band aesthetic.
But with their new release With a Little Help From My Fwends, I wonder if Wayne Coyne has disappeared way too far up his rear end, or if the band’s studio time looked more like the concerto recording scene from Walk Hard. This compilation of Beatles songs is confusing to say the least. From production style changes that occur so frequently you run the risk of suffering from whiplash, to freaking auto-tune, this album takes the term “experimental” and uses it as an excuse instead of an opportunity.
I’m not going to harp on the Miley Cyrus collaborations on the album, because they ended up being exactly what you’d expect. Lets take for example, the Dr. Dog/Chuck Inglish/Morgan Delt collaboration on “Getting Better.” This track is full of lazily sung vocals, a thick layer of reverb, and scattered one-shot samples.
On paper, this album sounds fantastic. In reality, it’s extremely disappointing. Then again, maybe i just don’t “get it, man.”