The Flaming Lips
American Head

THE REVIEW

And in the end it happened, it was to be expected, and it's beautiful and right like this…

Forget the follies, the distortions and musical contortions, almost all sent to the dark side of the Moon, to do penance.

Just an awakening of normalcy after a life spent chasing, amidst colorful balloons and confetti, an eternal big bang on the brink of an insatiable desire to be different.

Soft songs, dreamt on "pillows of wind".

Locked in their cave shedding colored tears thinking of the past, waiting for these days of isolation and anguish to pass.

Predictable songs, at times, like the awareness that "everyone you know one day will die".

Confessional songs.

The “Sea Change” of the Flaming Lips.

Songs (almost..) of love, nostalgic, with a September flavor, escaped from the late 60s Beach Boys, those orphaned of Brian, those of Dennis.

The slow despair of the songs of “The Terror”, which sometimes emerges, but cleansed of the sonic anguish and claustrophobia of that album.

Unhurried songs.

Songs to wish goodnight, after a beautiful summer day spent on the sunny and blooming beaches of Neptune.

At the end of this unexpected normality, they are still always there.

With their magical melancholy, often accompanied by the distant echo of the steps of a shimmering horse that flew to the sky a few years ago.

And I realize that, contemplating the discography of these rogues, you can find the entire rainbow of human life.

It’s still them, there's no doubt.

Stopped on Earth a little longer than usual, to delight us with their magic tricks, just a bit easier to understand, waiting for the spaceship to start again.