October 16, 2009
After releasing three albums in a row that were variously considering masterpieces, beginning with 1999’s The Soft Bulletin, and continuing on with Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots and At War with the Mystics, Oklahoma based band the Flaming Lips close out the first decade of the 21st century with Embryonic, a sprawling, some may even say meandering, set of music that some will hail as yet another masterpiece, but may alienate and/or test the patience of others. It’s their most experimental, more dissonant sounding record in years: Some songs feature a deliberately distorted guitar and drum sound, snippets of seemingly random monologues taken from math lectures and conversations, and odd sounding vocals, all frequently set to sweeping psychedelic tinged soundscapes that are sometimes welcoming and sometimes somewhat menacing, and sometimes both. It’s also their most cohesive album, probably ever, really, as on repeat listens, it’s not hard to imagine the 18 tracks being individual parts of one strange, beautiful and frequently difficult whole. Embryonic is a challenging record for sure, but one that creates genuine excitement and wonder about it, and offers up a bit of fun to boot. Standout cuts: “Convinced Of The Hex,” “Powerless,” “Silver Trembling Hands” and “Watching The Planets.”
P.S.: Including a cartoonish sounding whooping “warrior Indian” on a list for “I Can Be A Frog” that otherwise includes “creatures,” insects, a vehicle and a destructive force of nature is puzzling at best, somewhat dehumanizing and offensive at worst. The lyrical gaffe mars an otherwise sweet song.