A four-disc album meant to be simultaneously played on a quartet of stereos. A USB stick EP encased within a weed-flavoured gummy skull. A young Justin Timberlake, wearing a dolphin suit, thumping the bass. These are all fair game in the technicolour world of The Flaming Lips, a band whose antics are only as mad and chaotic and unflinchingly bizarre as their music.
And what music it is. ‘Psychedelic rock’ only begins to describe the brand of sonic freak-outs the Oklahoma City group have been coaxing from their instruments since 1983 – and the Lips are now weirder than ever. Just listen to their latest drop, a spacey tribute to the Beatles’ Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, and you’ll find they haven’t exactly mellowed with age. Or, better yet, head down to their second gig in Singapore and see for yourself.
When the Lips popped by our shores in 2010, they were easily the most uproarious band we’ve seen live in Singapore. Besides the fireworks, confetti and dozens of dancers making merry on stage, frontman Wayne Coyne stuffed himself into a giant rubber ball before hamster-wheeling across a sea of fans.
It’s little wonder they were voted by Q Magazine as one of the 50 bands to see before you die. Iliyas Ong catches up with Coyne ahead of the one-night-only show to find out if there’s a method to the madness.