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Also this issue: Margaret Cho Sparrow "The Breweries of Kensington and Beyond" |
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April 24-30, 2003
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Why are The Flaming Lips the greatest? Because. After successful early sonic assaults via tape loops, psychedelic hardcore and impenetrable texts (like 1987’s Oh My Gawd!!! or 1990’s In a Priest-Driven Ambulance), Wayne Coyne and co. haven’t once disappointed with lesser material or mawkish hits. (That "Jelly" song don’t count!) The tape-deck symphony of 1997’s Zaireeka is no less memorable than the soft, machine-like Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, last year’s best CD. The difference now, between old Lips and new, is that Coyne’s become dreamy, distant and dramatic as a vocalist. Coyne has also recently proved himself an apt spokesman for the disillusioned by calling out, in Esquire mag, erstwhile boss/tourmate Beck as a fake and a dilettante, as funky as a new denim jacket. Revenge (or friendship), then, is sweetest where the Lips’ new Fight Test EP is concerned. Borrowing Yoshimi’s avant-cushy sound, Coyne’s unit covers Beck’s "The Golden Age" with soft, skronky aplomb -- the same knife (or feather) they apply to Radiohead’s "Knives Out" and Kylie Minogue’s "Can’t Get You Out of My Head." And don’t miss "Thank You Jack White (for the Fiber Optic Jesus That You Give Me)." There goes that knife again.
Sat., April 26, 8:30 p.m., $23, Electric Factory, Seventh and Willow sts., 215-336-2000.
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