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.
Also, less blood. So that's nice.
Grab some Advil — you're going to need it.
Sure, why not?
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.
"Customized seats in the bathing pods tub portion, sculpted around [Coyne] and wife while they sat."
Eagle-eyed users of Google Maps Street View spotted the Flaming Lips leader sitting nude in a bathtub on the lawn outside his Oklahoma City home.
Two new songs, from this September's 'Embryonic,' are here.
Plus: Paris Hilton continues to be misunderstood.
Says Coyne: "I really feel bad about it. I like enough of their music. The idea that I’m somehow against them … I’m not!"