Posted on October 21, 2009 - by Mark Zonda
What’s so scary ’bout music nowadays
Halloween is near, and Wayne Coyne - so proud of his latest multibillionseller delirium - is ready to lead his thousand skeleton ass-branded army just to prove that Flaming Lips are the only band left on this small planet with still something to say. The release of “Embryonic” clearly stated that it’s still confuse on how to express it, but it’s ready to shout it loud. That’s why they decided to cover the whole “Dark Side Of The Moon”, beside stating that since the release of “The Soft Bulletin” they stepped out from they punkyness to embody the brightest side of Pink Floyd. And how lucky we are! Today I received the album via mail. I came home and had the pack on my desk.
You know what? I was not afraid to open it, still I was scary to put the cd on the player and hear it. I was not afraid of being disappointed, I was worried of blowing out the moment, just like leaving your birthday’s cake candles alive not being able to kill off the flame at the first attempt. The musical scene if so poor of something meaningful that holding Flips’ latest work was like having “Sgt. Pepper” right in my hands. What’s so scary ’bout the music nowadays?
It’s not that there’s a leak of good works. A lot of artists were able to impress me recently with an unexpected return to a certain classy sense of style and melody.
With a wide choice of talented artists just like Crayon Fields, Mayer Hawthorne and 7 Worlds Colllide, people is running mad for youngsters like XX and Wavves with the only special ability of hitting random strings on distorted guitars and fuck buttons. That’s what’s scaring me the most. This fuckload of brainless sheeps leaded by the hype.
And you know what’s wrong? They’re probably right, it’s just me missing the party and getting old. Can I still have my little Hallowish? In a direct fight may Wayne Coyne Thousand Skeletons Army be the one not having a broken bone. Earth holds enough space to dig our intellect and taste such inglorious graves.
The Flaming Lips - “I Can Be A Frog”


