His new album with the Flaming Lips, The Terror, is a jagged, dyspeptic ramble of hypnotic beats spiked with psychedelic echoes and atonal bleats
It's called Lip$ha.
Oh, most definitely.
It is "bleak" and "disturbing" and whatnot.
Grab some Advil — you're going to need it.
It'll debut this year.
"He’s a weirdo and he’s nice and he’s crazy and he’s musical and he’s got his own way of doing things.”
Sadly, Blob Fish is not involved.
The Flaming Lips invented the "float on top of the crowd in a giant ball" move.
Wayne Coyne nails the almost-menacing Willy Wonka act.
We screamed unexpectedly at the 24-second mark.
Alas, there are no sparrows at all.
There once was a girl who sat in a stream and ate yellow animation that dripped from a giant vulvic ball.
Central Park, July 2010. Were you there?
News from Tennessee.
Warning: The ending is not as satisfying as you'd hope.
Wayne Coyne's crew are bringing their Pink Floyd homage to you.