"A Spoonful Weighs a Ton" sounds like a collusion of Bach and Tricky.
One imagines Coyne in front of a full orchestra, urging them to keep up as he sings, "Ooh, those bugs / buzzing 'round." on "Buggin." But the Lips orchestrated the entire album in their studio, sometimes manipulating more than 200 separate tracks to achieve Bulletin's vast symphonic excess. On top of it all, Coyne's sweet but ravaged voice yields tender lyrics that tag a catalog of Lips stalwarts, such as insects, spirituality, and superheroes. It's a cliff of sound, propelled by drummer Steven Drozd's tremendous pounding. The sound is massive and complex gongs, harps, grand piano, bells, pipe organ, strings, oboes, choral harmonies, and, strangely, very, very little guitar squall all merge into one wall-no, wall of sound doesn't do it justice. Although Bulletin steps back from Zaireeka's over-the-top indulgence, it manages to be symphonic, bombastic, outrageous, and damned catchy-while still oozing the band's unique weirdness. But the Flaming Lips only uses these as a launch pad for rocketing into ethereal sonic space. As with those albums, Bulletin shares a love of cosmic, vaguely psychedelic pop and a closet full of pet sounds. The Soft Bulletin is absolutely colossal, a testament to their position as the vanguard of a movement that includes Spiritualized's Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space, Mercury Rev's Deserter's Songs, and Olivia Tremor Control's Black Foliage. He was growing up and away from the splenetic psychedelic freak-outs of earlier albums and emerging as a first-rate composer-perhaps the first alt-rock star to earn such status. That album, along with the Lips' Parking Lot Experiments, offered proof that Coyne wasn't playing by the same rules as everyone else. Anyone who had the gumption to actually listen to Zaireeka, a song cycle that could only be heard by playing four CDs at the exact same time on different stereos, knows that head Lip Wayne Coyne and his Oklahoma City brethren had it in them. The Flaming Lips' particular and peculiar genius comes to full fruition on the stupendous The Soft Bulletin.