The first thing to note about The Flaming Lips latest, Oczy Mlody, is the title and everything else labelled within. Polish translations from Erskine Caldwell’s ‘Close To Home’ make up a bulk of the titles and lyrics, for no other reason than the fact that they sound pretty cool. And such a thought, such a reason, well, that fits Oczy Mlody to a tee.
The Lips replace psychedelic guitar with thick layers of electronics, putting it more in line with the likes of Pond, Tame Impala, and sometimes the darkest dream-like ambience even evokes The Knife, as they smoothly shift through spaced out synths to trip hop beats.
Hanging with Miley Cyrus and her dead petz has provided a new passion for pop, but the ambience from ‘The Terror’ and the space-age psychedelia Wayne Coyne and co. like to explore is still clearly present, just mixed in to make for a largely inaccessible whole. It’s softer than ‘The Soft Bulletin’, though as welcoming as anything they put out with their Heady Friends.
It’s worth digging through the layers of sound however, as the lines about unicorns, witches, frogs with demon eyes, all that H.P Lovecraft sounding shit starts to stick, and its all wrapped up in a warm sonic blanket that will take you to such wondrous places, and you’ll be humming along the way. Even babies have been found singing along to ‘How??’, it’s simply a case of letting it all sink in, sonically becoming famly. No i.