CLOUDS TASTE METALLIC

What do you say about a record that has a movie projector to propel it's magical sounds into your cranium? The Flaming Lips' drummer Steven Drozd would say, "Not very much." Do you say "Oh, it's really great, man," or "a soulful new accomplishment...pass me a Jack and Coke?" Well you could use any heartfelt positivity--and be right on--but it would sound like drivel upon listening to the music. Of course, I am speaking of Clouds Taste Metallic, the new smashing sound device by Oklahoma's FLAMING LIPS.

The new album finds the Lips honing their extraterrestrial sound to its fullest potential. Clouds Taste Metallic is a staggering, addictive mixture of fractured Brian Wilson-ian tunes, post-psychedelic pop, miscellaneous uncategorizable noises and singer Wayne Coyne's lyrical vision.

Inspired by the children's books of William Joyce (if you haven't read one yet, it's definitely worth a trip to the nearest book store), the hand claps of David Bowie, the Beach Boy's masterpiece "Pet Sounds," and the every day occurrences in the lives of the Lips, listening to Clouds Taste Metallic , you will see visions of a postman getting struck by lightening, giraffes laughing, watermelon guns, and fetuses in various poses and manipulations. You'll travel to Brainville (where ever that is) and be astounded as you hear the fantastic tale of a lad whose medical oddity saves the world (too bad he lost his head). The ends of the universe and subatomic pieces will all come together, and you will learn the secret to life--"You have to sleep late when you can, And all your bad days will end." (Batman and the Riddler knew this truth.)

Yes it is all here, and can ALL be YOURS.