It’s a good point here to note that these guys are all incredibly tight musicians, with Drozd’s guitar work in particular being a huge highlight of the night, although with so much going on onstage, it was hard to hear Coyne and bassist Michael Evans at points throughout the evening

‘Buggin’’ saw Coyne manage to convince the entire crowd to buzz like an insect for a solid five minutes upon command, while ‘What Is The Light?’ and ‘The Observer’ featured multi-instrumentalists Steven Drozd and Derek Brown weaving between keys and guitar to offer a lush sonic interlude. The symphonic boom of ‘A Spoonful Weighs A Ton’ and ‘The Spark That Bled’ lifted the momentum to a level I’ve not ever experienced within a band’s first three songs, and this energy rarely faltered over the duration of the two hour set, even on quieter cuts like ‘The Spiderbite Song’. Part of the charm of The Soft Bulletin is how well it flows in sequential order, and this live show really emphasised that. When Coyne somehow conjured a huge silver balloon saying FUCK YEAH MELBOURNE and hoisted it above his head like a hard-earned prize, the masses went ballistic – has the opening five minutes of a show ever been so wild? Seconds later, the band launched into opener ‘Race For The Prize’ as confetti cannons blasted their payload and dozens of humongous coloured balls were launched into the crowd. With ‘Also Sparch Zarathustra’ blaring over the loudspeakers as the band took to the stage, frontman Wayne Coyne raised his fists to the air like a shaman, coaxing a roar from the audience as they rushed from their seats to mob the front. Obviously, The Flaming Lips have a reputation as a wildly colourful and rowdy live act, but the prospect of seeing them play an anniversary show to a seated crowd definitely led me to assume this would be a relatively chill, retrospective gig. Thus, when the band announced they’d be performing The Soft Bulletin in its entirety to Australian audiences earlier in the year to celebrate its 20th anniversary, a lot of people lost their collective shit.įirst thing’s first: I did not expect Hamer Hall to turn up like it did last night. It’s a record that’s adored by fans and casual listeners alike, and without it, it’s possible that bands like MGMT, Animal Collective and Pond could have ever existed at all.

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