It’s rare that I care to read a PitchforkMedia article, and even rarer that I don’t want to scrub myself raw with a steel wool loofah afterwards.
But today’s review of Lollapalooza 2006 is priceless. It makes a great many points I feel need to be made. Here’s one of my favorite bits about Flaming Lips, or Hippies N’ Sequencers, as I like to call ’em:
The biggest flop of all was reserved for the Flaming Lips, whose music has become simply an excuse for Wayne Coyne to play with his props and sermonize in front of crowds. His injections of whimsy and beauty into dour, late-90s rock were crucial and welcome, but he’s since become indie rock’s Carrot Top, waving gigantic hands in the air like a Michel Gondry video come to life and relying on the same tired confetti and nun-puppet schtick.
No fooling. Read the rest of it (if you haven’t already, haters) here.