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“Where does outer space end? Sort of hard to imagine.” The Flaming Lips in 1995, sound perfect almost 20 years later. Other than The Soft Bulletin and Yoshimi, the two expected selections, Clouds is my favorite by the Lips. It was the album I put in my car to soundtrack my first solo car ride, the day I got my license at sixteen. Almost 20 years later and I'm still listening, more so than any of their other albums. Containing some of the most vivid song titles of all time: “The Abandoned Hospital Ship,” “Kim's Watermelon Gun,” “Lightning Strikes the Postman,” “Christmas at the Zoo.” Oh, and let's not forget “Guy Who Got a Headache and Accidentally Saves the World.” My favorite track is the breakdown whistler “Placebo Headwound” (see opening quote), which is also the name of their rare photograph book, a blood-splattered cover like Wayne loves. From there, he went to fetus flashdrives and songs that lasted a day. The Fearless Freaks. Clouds Taste Metallic is an experiment with bursting creativity. Four really happy 20-somethings with Warner Brothers money and a great deal of ideas. While not a critical success, it is a perfect piece when burning through their massive discography, preparing for their April album, NAME. Quick guitar songs with abstract lyrics and bubblegum pop. I love Clouds Taste Metallic. Check it out if you haven't (in years). It's better than you remember. “You have to sleep late when you can, and all your bad days will end.”