I’m not going to point the finger at Coyne and co for my recent review silence. My academic work has been occupying many more hours than usual.
This effort from the Lips is quantum leap from their earlier works. Any pretence to low-fi, shambolic-ness has gone; so too any preference towards the guitar.
In place is the kitchen sink, with symphonic adventures and a grandiosity approaching intergalactic proportions.
The lads have got mighty confident in the creative powers, holding back little as they head for infinity and beyond.
They almost pull it off. I’m typically pretty averse to such pomposity (although you wouldn’t know it from the prose style I’m trapped in today – see any effect from my academic-writing-overload?), but this album retains an element of humour underneath its stabs at a Unifying Theory.
And I wish we’d named our paper something like this: What Is the Light? (“An Untested Hypothesis Suggesting That the Chemical [In Our Brains] by Which We Are Able to Experience the Sensation of Being in Love Is the Same Chemical That Caused the “Big Bang” That Was the Birth of the Accelerating Universe).
File under: Hard to be bored