Argh…
By hollywood | Posted in • NewsSo I’ve been having computer problems lately. A new hard disk I bought about a year ago crapped out and is of course my main drive. So I’m out of a computer for a little while until I can get that puppy replaced (and hopefully I won’t have lost any or at the most much data). This of course puts a slight damper on my MvsR posting schedule for right now…
I’ve also heard some feedback about redoing the frontpage and I agree, it would be nice to have a better way to display all of the new stuff without making slightly old (aka fairly recently posted) stuff disappear from the frontpage. Designing an interface is a pain, as the version we have now is the result of lots of trial and error. If you have any suggestions, let me know. I’d also like to have a way to allow readers to click on a writer’s name on the frontpage and be able to see their list of postings. I’ve gotta look into how to do that. Anyway, it’s on the list, but will have to wait until I get back online…
Here’s a few amusing links for you. Fun Google Hacks. X-Com Remake Demo. Electromagnetic Art. LivePelt. The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra. I CAN’T WAIT!!!!!!
Every rock band of any calibre of greatness undergoes a metamorphosis in which the garage stylings are rounded off, and with a newly forged style, an uncertain musicial experimentation begins. Submerged after brief recognition somewhere under the radar of alternative rock, The Flaming Lips have re-emerged at the forefront of experimental rock with the spacey, electro-pop odyssey Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots.
Orchestrated, complicated, and somehow wistful and sweet, Yoshimi is arguably the masterpiece of The Flaming Lips. It’s hard to feel any aggression to this progressive bunch for being “strange for the sake of it” marred in abstract apocolypitic aggression. In fact, they’re proof that a modern day experimental band need not be filled with pretention or angst. Evoking memories of silly sci-fi and fantasy, Yoshimi plays like the happy soundtrack to a space rocket tour of Oz; well beyond brilliant, just shy of ridiculous.
Classic rock fans can liken this album to Alan Parsons Project’s I, Robot or the bizzarre 70s keyboard stylings of Rick Wakeman. There’s a definite space-funk vibe with a folk-rock soul which makes this album a true original, even amidst the oddball catalogue of The Flaming Lips. Better and more blissfully schitzofrenic with each endeavor, the Flaming Lips triumph with Yoshimi and it’s hard to imagine what they, or any other experimental artist, could do to top it.




