The Flaming Lips
by Stuart Barr
“It takes us a long time to do our records, we usually just go into some bumfuck studio in the middle of nowhere and hole up for four or five months”
Wayne Coyne is describing the trials and tribulations of life in the Flaming Lips. I’ve been questioning him about the weird and twisted rumours that have been circulating about his bands vile and depraved recording methods (vile and depraved by the mixing desk manual, muso types that is).
“I would think it’s normal stuff that happens when people get together and basically go insane together. The process of making records is basically fucked up” he adds reasonably, voice crackling as it bounces off several satellites from Oklahoma to Convulsion Towers, Edinburgh. Ain’t technology wonderful. Read the rest of this entry »