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Strangluccio, luckily he’s not their singer. He played a couple of tracks on the last album, and they take him along because his band is under their label. If he’s the only reason you’re not listening to them, then just skip the last album. The tunics, on the other hand, they always wear, and in the end, they actually look good.
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Little machine? Explain yourself better, let me understand.
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Geenoo, I didn't understand.
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The review I posted is just one of many, but I chose that one because it’s strange. The guy gave it a top score (though without a rating, it’s not quite clear) but then critiques it; still, he’s an obsessed fan of the Lips. Anyway, I haven't heard it, so I have no idea what it’s like. Antmo, I didn't vote on the review because I didn't have time to read it. I came here because I read that he wanted to know when it was coming out; I knew, so I responded to him. Plus, someone who has the name of a Lips album might find that review I posted interesting, from another big fan of the Lips. And then, who cares about the scores, come on.
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Onto my ninth or tenth listen of the new album, I think (I think), I'm beginning to see the album for what it is. Another drastic departure in style, it still retains an overall feel that what you're listening to are The Flaming Lips, and only The Flaming Lips. Yoshimi's electronic waves of sound aside, this is easily the most diverse Lip's album out there. Perfectly etched out by the cover, the music of At War With the Mystics is gigantic and colorful, a playful racket of eccentricities and explosive space jams. One could also label this album, At War With the Guitars. I don't think we've heard such an emphasis on the guitar since Transmissions from the Satellite Heart, way back in 1993. A precise summer soundtrack - the album also supplies an aura of sweltering heat. Something is definitely burning, when at times deeply reflective, or bombast and goofy, we can almost feel hot summer days and cool summer nights again. Released after 4 or 5 consecutively superb albums, At War With the Mystics ends up being the worst of the bunch, but with such a spectacular and inspired band, a great album nonetheless.
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This is another nice review from a guy who enjoyed it a lot (it's from a month and a half ago). Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, a brilliantly complex album, floated around my collection for months before I even began to realize its depth. Unless you are an outrageously astute listener, it will take you numerous listens before the album, any Lips' album, clicks. Those with the least patience instantly dismiss whatever it is they're hearing. Fact: The Flaming Lips are not always a band a new listener (or even a long-time fan) can pick up and groove with. Those strange sounds that emit from the speakers lose a lot of sense on the way to your ears. There's always a multitude of antics, nonsense, and nuance that comes with any Lips' album. Thankfully, At War With the Mystics follows the same routine. And because of this, any critic of the album who's only listened to it once or twice is an untrustworthy source.
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Not to diminish it, but there are probably already around forty of them. Maybe the first one in Italian, perhaps. I believe it’s coming out in April worldwide; by now, the Lips have a minimum level of fame that allows for "decent" releases.
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geenoo, it seems to me that you are denying... wait... yes yes, I deduced. Don't deny it, come on...
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I'm having some sensations... here they are... I can feel them... I'm having sensations... I deduce... ohhh... ohhhh... oohhhdddiiooo... I THINK! HURRAY!
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oh, the first one who denies it will have to deal with geenoo.