>More magic from the beautifully grizzled [a]Flaming Lips[/a], here with yet more sci-fidelic tales of Japanese girls battling pink robots in tangerine skies. “[I]Working for the city/She has to discipline her body[/I]” croons Wayne, a man who could undergo an epiphany whilst stranded on the hard shoulder of the A306 to Skelmersdale.
As current holders of the UK record for the longest period without a bad review, the time for someone to dismiss their arty adult-pop as self-absorbed whimsy is surely nigh. But not yet. A beauty.