THE FLAMING LIPS (London Hammersmith Apollo, 28/04/23)

Wayne's constant need for affirmation was, as usual pretty tiresome, and the sound mix really wasn’t up to scratch, yet experiencing one of my all-time favourite albums in full with the bells, whistles, confetti and giant inflatable robots it warrants was jubilant enough to eclipse the evening’s flaws. Plus, a Soft Bulletin-heavy encore? It’d melt even Suella’s dark and frozen heart.