Transmissions From The Satellite Heart

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Total Tracks: 11   Total Length: 43:14

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01.11.10
A unique, beginning-to-end sonic journey
1993 | Label: Warner Bros.

Lips Classic Number Two followed another lineup change — enter drummer/multi-instrumentalist Steven Drozd and alien-voices guitarist Ronald Jones and a one-album-long deviation from the partnership with Fridmann: This one was recorded with producer Keith Cleversley at home in Oklahoma. It would, of course, yield the band's at-long-last MTV and modern-rock-radio hit: "She Don't Use Jelly," a ridiculous but joyful ditty about a girl who puts Vaseline on her toast, a guy who uses magazines to blow his nose and another girl who's always changing the color of her hair, punk-rock style. (Some contend that the three verses are a metaphor for the unholy trinity of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll.) As with Priest, however, the brilliance of Transmissions is that it is a unique, beginning-to-end sonic journey, with Ronald's otherworldly guitar noises and Steven's monstrous drumming and unerring ear for hooks bringing whole new dimensions to tunes such as "Pilot Can at the Queer of God," "Superhumans," "Be My Head," "Chewin the Apple of Yer Eye" (Wayne and Steven's first effective songwriting collaboration), and the hillbilly cover song listed in the credits as "* * * * * * *" but better known as "Plastic Jesus," a tune from… read more »

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the past is complex

helmseric8

Tranmissions From The Satellite Heart is an lp that should be considered 'required reading' for any space cadet of the Lips Canon. Although the lp lacks the craft and almost poetic license of "The Soft Bulletin" & most recently "Embryonic," the songs create a 4th wall or new lens to interpret "Embryonic." Unless someone is willing to start paying me for reviews, I stop here.

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Forget about She Don't Use Jelly

StayHungry

Just skip it, or don't even download it if you have bad memories from the 90's. The rest of this album is so awesome, that it more than makes up for it. From the beginning of Turn It On, the album kicks into a full-blown freakout. Drozd's drums are gigantic. It sounds like Godzilla is behind the kit. Coyne is the weirdo with a heart of gold. I still haven't found stranger subjects for lyrics than his. And yet, they are quite touching, once deciphered. Great little cover of Plastic Jesus thrown in there, too, it's a quiet, pensive moment right before jumping back into the album's big finish. Best pre-Soft Bulletin Lips album (or maybe In A Priest Driven Ambulance is, I go back and forth on that).

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The addition of guitarist Ronald Jones and drummer Steven Drozd recharges the Flaming Lips’ batteries for the superb Transmissions From the Satellite Heart, another prismatic delicacy that continues the group’s drift toward pop nirvana. In typical fashion, the record’s left-field hit, the freak-show singalong “She Don’t Use Jelly,” bears little resemblance to the album as a whole; the remainder of Transmissions is much more sonically and structurally ambitious — the towering “Moth in the Incubator” keeps generating new layers of noise before erupting into an amphetamine waltz, “Pilot Can at the Queer of God” dive-bombs with kamikaze recklessness, and the slow-burning “Oh My Pregnant Head” is as mind-expanding as its title. – Jason Ankeny

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