The Flaming Lips’ New LP ‘The Terror’ Is Streaming Now on NPR’s First Listen

’ latest LP The Terror, is streaming in its entirety one week ahead of its official (new) release date (April 16th / Warner Bros). You can check it out at NPR.org. Also, Lips fans who haven’t yet should check out Wayne Coyne’s recent quoteworthy AMA session on Reddit.

therealwaynecoyne: i think it’s also a record about acceptance. when the world expects you to be all sunshine, you want to express feelings that are the opposite so that others can share what you’re feeling. You want what you’re going through to be expressed and shared. It’s even more useful when you’re not just happy that the suns coming out. You can be happy in the beginning of the day, sad in the middle, and happy in the end of the day.

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From NPR Music

After nearly 30 years, couldn’t be harder to predict or pin down. The Oklahoma band has nothing left to prove — no lofty commercial standard to maintain, no gigantic hit of the variety anyone expects it to re-create, and no core sound whose boundaries and limitations must be pressed against with great care. Immortality is secure, thanks to both a left-field ’90s novelty smash (“She Don’t Use Jelly”) and two albums viewed as unimpeachable classics (The Soft Bulletin and Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots). and his co-conspirators have long been liberated and encouraged to indulge their whims, especially on their 13 studio records.

Looking over ’ career, those whims have already included some heady, bonkers trips down dark alleys and inaccessible side roads. As playful and crowd-pleasing as the group’s live shows have become, its most experimental recordings — as with the rambling indulgences of its early years — are often fiercely uncompromising, even impenetrable. In effect, Coyne and company have come full-circle, because The Terror is, well, terrifying.

Sounding almost post-apocalyptic in its scabrous, searching bleakness — Coyne himself describes the album as “disturbing” — The Terror moans and scrapes ominously from its opening seconds onward. Scorched and frayed, with an almost industrial ugliness to it, “Look…The Sun Is Rising” gets the proceedings underway by capturing the sound of a world (and, it would seem, a band) in distress, even decay. But The Terror still finds a way to reward deeper exploration, as cracked loveliness seeps into moments that soar tentatively; by way of example, “Be Free, A Way” may not be sunny, but it lets light peek through its cracks in unexpected ways.

Still, the overall effect is intense and enveloping; The Terror demands study even as the band clangs and drifts through 13 minutes of menace in “The Lust,” or pulsates formlessly in “Turning Violent” and the appropriately titled “You Are Alone.” And so it goes throughout 55 loose, sprawling minutes: Alternately thorny and meandering, The Terror presents itself as difficult to love — but then, as in “Try to Explain,” doles out bits of bracing beauty as it sprawls into space.