Flaming Lips : Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots
...try to name another band who have lasted ten albums, each one more visionary than the last. Can't, can you?...
A sideways step from the lush orchestration of '...Bulletin', which seems positively baroque in comparison, 'Yoshimi' replaces that album's symphonic wall-of-sound with skillfully textured electronics, samples and acoustic guitar. Though more understated, it boasts just as many moments of sublime pop glory - 'Do You Realize?' is upholstered with joyful Beach Boys harmonies while 'In The Morning of The Magicians' has an orchestral swell and fuzzy bassline weirdly reminiscent of Jimmy Webb's immortal 'Wichita Lineman'.
As always, there is absurdity, playfulness, and childlike naivety, balanced out with musings on Big Issues (What is love? Is anything we believe in real?).
In Coyne's philosophical and quixotic worldview, humankind is at risk - this time not from disease (as in '…Bulletin''s 'Race For The Prize') but from evil robots (or whatever menace they metaphorically stand for) bent on total destruction. Of course, this being the Lips, the bad guys can be vanquished with love, overcome with optimism, quieted with wonder, and beaten into submission with backing shrieks from The Boredoms' Yoshimi.
Coyne's rickety voice gives human warmth to a console glow of of keyboard whooshes and surges of electronica that venture out like astral projections, especially in 'It's Summertime' and, yes, 'Ego Tripping At The Gates of Hell'. The notes he can't hit are as expressive as those he can, making the corniest sentiments (the delight of sunlight, the vacuum primordial mysteriousness of existence, the unknowable of death) almost uncomfortably poignant.
As Coyne's hair grows greyer and more unruly, it seems, his creativity proliferates. The Lips recorded this album (helmed by '…Bulletin''s producer Dave Fridmann) simultaneously with the scores for a friend's fishing documentary and their own forthcoming Yuletide-themed venture into cinema Christmas On Mars. 'The Soft Bulletin' may remain their ultimate masterpiece - in the way that it referenced every other record in the Lips' career - but try to name another band who have lasted ten albums, each one more visionary than the last. Can't, can you? 'Yoshimi...' sets yet another benchmark.
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