Like Beck and Jack White, Wayne Coyne has become one of indie music's great eccentrics; chasing wacky, whimsical ideas on a weekly basis. But, beyond Gummy Fetuses and marijuana-flavored candy and Most Shows in 24 Hours stunts, the onus is still on the Flaming Lips to make music; and, occasionally, turn out albums. 2009's bloated, bothersome double album Embryonic
was hardly a masterwork of coherence, yet The Flaming Lips and Heady Fwends
is even more messy, and even less essential. It's a guest-list in search of an album, sounding pretty much exactly like the Lips and famous Fwends —Bon Iver
, Jim James, Nick Cave, Yoko Ono, Lightning Bolt, Prefuse 73, Neon Indian, Tame Impala— dicking around in the studio. It's an utterly uninspired, uninspiring work; the place where kookiness becomes annoyance.