SOUNDTRACK: THE FLAMING LIPS-Hit to Death in the Future Head (1992).
After a few years on an indie label, The Flaming Lips moved to the majors with this disc. The experimentation is downplayed somewhat although that’s not to say there’s none. One could see that some die hard fans would be disappointed in the move as the Lips limit the acid somewhat, but just judging by the cover (polka dotted toilet seat) and the title (what on earth does that mean?) it’s clear they haven’t sold out.
“Talkin’ Bout The Smiling Deathporn Immortality Blues (Everyone Wants To Live Forever)” opens the disc with a fun deep bass voice singing, “Oooh wah wah” while Wayne ‘s normal voice sings one of their catchiest songs thus far. “Hit Me Like You Did the First Time” is also a catchy number with a wildly distorted guitar riff opening. “The Sun” is practically a mellow folk song, propelled by a smooth bass line.
“Felt Good to Burn” has a wobbly backwards feeling (so indeed, the experiments have not ended). “Gingerale Afternoon (The Astrology Of A Saturday)” sounds like a pretty typical college radio hit song circa 1992 (although sightly underproduced). Both of these tracks could easily have come from Beck.
“Halloween on the Barbary Coast” is probably the only song that tells you “you know you’ve still got shit for brains” that you don’t feel insulted by. It’s a slow building beauty with a vaguely middle eastern feel and wonderful to sing along to. On “The Magician Vs. The Headache,” the magician is another great acid power pop song. The headache would be the twenty or so seconds of repetitive blasts at the end of the song. “You Have To Be Joking (Autopsy Of The Devil’s Brain)” is another mellow ballad, despite the title. “Frogs” feels like a pretty normal song aside from the lyrics, until you get to the squalling guitar solo (all 2 bars of it). “Hold Your Head” is a keyboard filled mellow song that sort of fades the album out.
So, even though these songs are a lot less aggressive and trippy than their previous records (or even than their titles would suggest), the Lips don’t just end the record pleasantly. The final untitled track is 29 minutes of unchnaging thunder claps and nonsense and noise blasts echoing back and forth from speaker to speaker. Take THAT major labels!
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