Maybe the knob-twiddling duo’s lava-lamp psych pop winks really would have lead to Flaming Lips‘ showmanship if we left them the hell alone. For the blissful anti-socialist now though – Syd Barrett bedroom madcapery, shooing malicious ETs with warbly key work and Seussian non-sequitors; [LISTEN].
Riff by Gavin Paul
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