The first time I ever heard of the band The Flaming Lips I thought the name referred to a horrible sexually transmitted disease (I was often scared of this considering I spent the 90s in a haze of high slutitude). Then I heard the Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots album and fell in love quite soundly (and yes, I did start listening to them in 1993 with their only so-called hit She Don't Use Jelly but it was merely a crush at that point, not true love) and realized that regardless of their STD-sounding name, I was going to allow them to enter my soul bare-back style.
And now they are covering The Beatles song I Am the Walrus in their own unique way which sounds raw and beautiful and well, I guess my love for The Flaming Lips is similar to herpes in that it will never go away, but thank Jeebus, because with a band this good, who wants to be sore-free?
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Source: Vulture
