Striking a vinyl baker’s dozen is no small feat; in fact, so far have the Flaming Lips come since the psychedelic grunge of ’86 debut Hear It Is, that their legacy has become self-referent. Guiding the rudder in the haphazardly brilliant direction of his choosing, Wayne Coyne pilots the Lip ship onward through choppy, unknown waters in the interest of a genuine, wonderfully nuanced curiosity.— Matt Hudson ’15 reviews new album, The Terror.
