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Flaming Lips – Hit to Death in the Future Head (Warner Bros., 1992)
The Flaming Lips of the late-’80s/early-’90s were miles from the arena-sized life-punk of “Do You Realize??” or the Pet Sounds poptimism of “Waiting For A Superman,” or even the taut alterna-bashing of “She Don’t Use Jelly.” It was raspy, chaotic Oklahoma acid-casualty punk with guitar drones and feedback bursts that buzzed like alien transmissions. They barely cleaned up for this major-label debut, which is full of sloppy shoegaze doo-wop (“Talkin’ Bout the Smiling Deathporn Immortality Blues (Everyone Wants to Live Forever)”), a nauseating ballad for acoustic guitar and wubbing oscillator (“Felt Good to Burn”), and a 29-minute “bonus track” of looping noise.
In this show Chang is creating a record store that stocks only White Albums. But rather than selling the albums, he buys more from anyone willing to part with an original pressing in any condition.
Sasha Frere-Jones’s year in music.
It was once common for members of bands that did not exclusively play dance music to dance as they played. Then, bands went through a weird period where visible physical behavior became a sign of crass and down-market intentions. Not cool, apparently. Propulsive music was matched by hopping and mild shaking, in the best cases. In the last few years, though, moving convincingly in time to your own music has become kosher again.
Related: Vice evaluates the Pitchfork list.
Reading Pitchfork is like watching your Granddad try to open a CD and it’s taking forever because his old hands don’t work, and he doesn’t know the trick where you take it off the hinges, and anyway it’s a CD with stuff on it you could get online using your phone in less time than it’s taking him to open just the first layer of shrink wrap, and you want to tell him this, but by God he can do it himself because despite your bloodsucking wishes he’s not dead yet.