Yeah, the bullshit-to-music ratio is astoundingly high, and Wayne Coyne's extended mid-life crisis continues to render him insufferable but dear Lord, it's impossible not love the unrelenting fever dream that is a Flaming Lips' show. Neon unicorns, confetti cannons, giant balloons, a metric fuckton of miscellaneous pyschedelia...and even, on occasion, some genuinely excellent songs. Plus, he only screamed "C'MON MOTHERFUCKERS" three times, which is definitely a turn-up for the books.
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