Miley Cyrus + The Flaming Lips Actually Made An Album

So it turns out that all the BFF-ing Flaming Lips leader Wayne Coyne did with Miley Cyrus over the past year was actually in service of art. It’s called Miley Cyrus and her Dead Petz.

I just woke up and have nothing more to say about this, other than: it sounds like Miley Cyrus backed by The Flaming Lips. Or rather, it sounds like a particularly fizzy Flaming Lips album with Cyrus on vocals. I’m only a few tracks in and it’s… not bad at all. Enjoy?

They don’t allow embedding, so you’ll have to go here:

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Several tracks in, I’m calling it now: this is sounding pretty much like the Heady Fwends compilation, but it will be widely loathed by “true fans” of the Lips because of Cyrus’ involvement.

To me? I’m something of a Lips fan, owning every one of their albums going back to 1983, and I welcome this just as any other they’ve done. It’s not that far off from their post-Yoshimi sound; it’s just a far weirder album than you’d ever expect from such a gigantic pop star.

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Also, while you listen the page swirls an unending stream of candy-colored liquid imagery over Miley’s face! (You can minimize the page and keep the music running)

Here’s what I’m liking about this project: I think of the fact that, however small, there’s a percentage of her huge fanbase that are going to follow Cyrus down this rabbit hole and discover some fucked up psychedelic music, really opening their minds to something new. That’s always a good thing.

UPDATE 9:49am:

There’s a video for the first song on the album. It’s a bracing electro jam with a vocodered-to-shreds Miley leading the charge with lyrics like:

yeah I smoke pot / yeah I love beats
I don’t give a fuck / I ain’t no hippie

The video pretty much consists of a lot of sticky stuff, glitter, candy, and an extreme close up of Miley’s mouth. Take from that what you will.

Funkadelic – Maggot Brain

On a weekend in August of 2015, I discovered Maggot Brain. I may have been 44 years late, but I’m just now realizing the depth and power that Funkadelic were capable of.

I’ve been on a funk kick, spurred on by the incredible new Dam-Funk album, and stumbled up on the evocative cover of Maggot Brain, with a woman’s head planted in the dirt, face frozen mid-scream.

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It’s deeply unnerving, an iconic image that immediately sears into the memory. It fits the music completely.

Listen yourself:

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Dam-Funk’s Triumphant Return

Dam-Funk has finally returned, and he’s taken funk right out of the atmosphere and into the deep reaches of space.

I can’t handle how consistently great the new triple-LP, 90 minute album is. Invite The Light is already one of my favorite pieces of music in years. I just keep repeating it, trying to grasp how it’s possible that one artist combined so many things I love about music into a singular sound. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

I want to write more about this once the album arrives next week, but I just had to shout my excitement right now, and hopefully tip some people off to the full album stream going on at NPR right now.

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Stereolab’s Ticker Tape Of The Unconscious

I know I just wrote about Stereolab, but I’m in the middle of a binge. Indulge me?

I just listened to my brand new vinyl edition of their 1997 masterpiece, Dots and Loops. It reminded me that, of all the jazzy sprawl and monastic focus of the album, this dreamy pop song lingered in my mind the clearest.

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Stereolab’s Epic Kraut Jam, Jenny Ondioline

I’ve been really feeling Stereolab lately. Their incredibly unique mixture of old fashioned jazzy pop, electronics, and the motorik pulse of krautrock was the reason they were one of the first bands to ever be called post-rock.

If you’ve never heard them, you’re in for a real treat. This is the 18 minute epic centerpiece of their second album, 1993’s Transient Random-Noise Bursts With Announcements.

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Beach House Is Back And Better Than I Remembered

A lot of bands ape their influences, and a few even do it successfully. Far more rare are the artists who completely breathe in the essence of what made their heroes tick, exhaling something uniquely infused with the original spirit but unfolding its own logic.

Beach House has been a solid band for years, trading in dusky dreampop that bloomed into technicolor and leaned into the pop side of that sound as the albums went on. Their new album, Depression Cherry, sounds like a confident leap into the rarefied territory of legends like Cocteau Twins and Slowdive.

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Elysia Crampton – American Drift

This is hard to explain, but I promise that Elysia Crampton has recorded some of the most ecstatic and staggering music you’ll hear all year. There’s a deep spiritual undercurrent to her new album that elevates it far beyond mere conceptual music. This connects to my heart, my head, and my gut, rendering me speechless.

The album is  only 30 minutes, but covers a galaxy of feeling that I’m feeling unprepared to describe this morning. Just listen if you want to hear something startling and beautiful.

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