Traditionally, The Flaming Lips have erred on the side of quote-unquote happy music. With Oczy Mlody the band is offering a largely dour affair, not that this is a bad thing, they do a convincing enough job of selling the sadness. Eamonn Kelly reviews.
"It is an audaciously cinematic soundtrack fitting nothing in particular; but its sweeping synaesthetic kaleidoscopes can crop up your deepest, unrealest teenage dream-memories." Harry Manson reviews Wildflower, The Avalanches' first album in sixteen years.
"Whilst a handful of these tracks are susceptible to instant-skipping and the release will hardly thrill bandwagon fans of ‘Jumpman’ or ‘Hotline Bling’, it’s an obvious must for fans of his earlier work." Michael O'Leary reviews.