I'm one of them.Īs most classic bands of their respective eras have evidence of growing and maturing, it's hard to ignore the changes in The Flaming Lips' sound over the years. The Soft Bulletin, though, gives me that same feeling that I'm sure people had during that time period. Wreaking of innocence, it's a time that is as naively smirk worthy as it is enviable. Then there's 1966, the year that photograph was taken: just before the Summer of Love, during the wake of such pop tour de forces such as Revolver and Pet Sounds. Lawrence Schiller's photo embraces the colour like a mother just giving birth to bloody child, yet there's that faint nostalgia that goes hand-in-hand with it, kind of how I'm sure people will see the album in years to come. These colours have never really seemed the same since I first saw the art.
The only case I can comprehend right now is that of The Soft Bulletin the movie poster artwork, the shadows, staring at the ground. I don't know, that doesn't really seem to be the case this time.
Have you ever had that, a sort of writer's block that isn't necessarily that? I guess you say that it's called running short on ideas or not being able to put out a competent review. Sitting here, I really don't know how I should go about writing this.