Experimental, the word is captured by The Flaming Lips almost perfectly as their twelfth studio record, Embryonic first released onto the scene in 2009; a strange, psychedelic journey that came encased with a double album of sprawling sounds, a variety of themes, and a hopeless abandonment of the rules. The Flaming Lips have been in the music industry since 1983, through various line-up changes, guest-musicians, and adaptions in style; The Flaming Lips are a stand-out group, recognized for their abrasiveness on the ears. A style that is unmatched by any other band on Earth, a true style that is somewhere bordering between the blurred-lines of genre, somewhere where The Flaming Lips can exist within the styles of driving desert rock and psychedelic punk, a line often blurred through many musicians, but none as clever or as ingenious as The Flaming Lips.
Their twelfth studio record, Embryonic is a play of emotional and physical themes, a tug-of-war between the existing authentic sounds of stringed instruments and percussion, but it is also a level of synthetic instruments with keyboards, a Theremin, and the various vocal recordings that are shifted to sound entirely otherworldly. Without losing the sense of consciousness and restlessness, The Flaming Lips are a progressive machine of long-winded, soaring instrumentals and chord progressions that tap into a chilling nerve at times, often striking similar to a science-fiction film as they build an atmosphere of wonder and deep excitement. There are tracks, “Evil” and “Gemini Syringes” where the atmosphere is the main focus of the track, where the instruments are gentle and the ethereal voices are nearly beautiful. Even as Wayne Coyne on the lead vocals, guitar, production, keyboards, vocoder, and Theremin uses high-pitched notes to illustrate a sense of humanity behind the mostly synthetic instrumentals. His style, and the backing vocals of Steven Drozd and Michael Ivins are wonderful when played synonymously together.

Then as The Flaming Lips begin to pick up some of the littering pieces and form a driving, more rock focused track, they can do so excellently and without hesitance. On the very noise prevalent, “Aquarius Sabotage” and “See The Leaves”, The Flaming Lips area grooving, robotic mess of sound. This is a lovely addition to their otherwise somber style, Embryonic contains moments where the action suddenly shifts and becomes a raging, rushed assault of synths, guitars, and most importantly the percussion that is so filtered and shifted that it resembles an electronic kit. Even as the later songs begin to form shape, coexisting tracks, “Powerless” and “The Ego’s Last Stand” play similar roles in being gradually rising tracks that float above for being relentless in power once reaching a complete zenith. The moans of Coyne are animalistic and drained, as he utters out, “The only way out is to destroy all traces, oh, destroy yourself. There’s no way back, there’s complete devastation…”. Relating to the senses of existentialism, humanity’s animalism, and the death of a civilization, The Flaming Lips make Embryonic become a self-medicated journey of reflection and distance.
Embryonic is also an abstract experience that derives itself of a specific genre and instead adapts to noise at times and shows where the track, “Scorpio Sword” is prevalent. “Scorpio Sword” is also a seguing track into “The Impulse” which features as a strange, and off-beat track of melodic chords, but a synthetic overlaying effect on the vocals which makes it sound similar to that of an android. The direction that these two tracks take are so obscure and off-kilter that it makes almost every other track before it stand out. The following tracks are just as odd as before, but have more directions rather than becoming monsters of droning noise.
The Flaming Lips are a progressive group of experimental musicians that push boundaries of sound and even with their twelfth album, they still prove that they have tricks up their sleeve and still plenty to say. Their motives are strange, their ideas are left-field, but their music is a masterpiece of sound that resonates from last-year, five-years, ten-years, and now thirty-years ago.
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Hell is a a disjointed journey of genre-blending drone, doom, and sludge that raised above the muck to become something truly frightening. The quadratic beast joins forces to create the relentless group from Salem, beautifully crafted as Hell. The self-titled release from Hell is described as “the reaffirmation and consecration of one of modern doom’s most harrowing, demoralizing, and imaginative prospects” from Sentient Ruins Laboratories, a record label that specializes in destruction. Each moment in Hell takes a deeper and deeper plunge into the over sensualized black that engulf, becoming a cloud of despair.
Hell uses different tricks of the trade to illustrate an overbearing level of space within their long-winded journey of despair. The opening track, “Helmzmen” and the following track, “SubOdin” act as appetizers to a rough, punishing record of little to-no musical breaks. The noise and guitar shrieks that play a role as disguising some of the background noise are present. The droning noise butchers most of the tracks; leaving a wake of sound in their presence. With the terrorizing growls and howls from M.S.W. and the three guest vocalists that act as nothing more than bruisers alongside M.S.W., the sole-proprietor of the desolation laid out as Hell is truly painful and crushing. There are moments where Hell becomes overbearing, as the various sounds reign heavily over the listener; acting as a wave of immolation and a rough hatred. The whimsical use of practical effects and the moments where Hell truly shines, or punishes is when Hell acts with more haste behind their style.
On the following track, “Machitikos”, Hell starts off with a closer relation to waves as the pushing and pulling of the rumbling strings, the crashing of the cymbals, and the eventual shrieks of M.S.W. are indeed hellish to any literal sense of the word. Then, as “Machitikos” continues to thrive and eventually become fleshed, it becomes a ritualistic and torturing, begging for movement. Hell delivers with rapid-fire cymbal blasts and a guitar that is so unbelievably muddled, there is almost nothing but sound coming from the instrument. The way that M.S.W. conducts these orchestral moments and decides to instead shift then to a ghoulish style is continually interesting to see the adaptability behind his working. Hell is a long-ride, something that is covered by seven-tracks, but still long enough to mix the action and make four-years of recording seem like a breeze. The moments where Hell is at a standstill, where there is nothing but a subtle use of single guitar notes every other second, or the thumping of bass, that is where Hell takes a step back to assess what the damages are. These moments stand out as important for the way that they can make the truly damaging parts successful and engaging.
Hell is an inconsistent beast of variety and ever-changing flow. Without this flow, Hell would not be nearly as interesting or as manageable. With this great power of flow, Hell is able to escape beyond the boundaries and start to make moves beyond the playing field. It is apparent on the much later, more lengthy-track, “Victus” where Hell makes a stand and shifts multiple times in the near thirteen-minute track. The shouting comes naturally behind Hell; it is expected as the dooming behemoth moves toward the inevitable end. There is a great oppressive force that follows Hell where they act and capitalize on the punishment that is dished out from each track.
Hell is a destructive force of nature that holds nothing back from the continuous onslaught of despair and misery. M.S.W.’s voice is like nails that scratch under the surface of Hell, making an adventure out of just his lyrics and his wordplay. For the moments where Hell is not acting as an overseer of violence and doom, Hell is a droning material of noise that relinquishes the material, and goes for a minimalistic approach. Hell is a deep, mysterious journey that shifts the tides within its self, and makes Hell sound like a pretty unwelcoming place.
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Queensbridge Killers, better known as Mobb Deep was a terroristic rap-duo of hip-hop flavor. The late and greatly respected Prodigy, as well as accolade smashing MC, Havoc made up Mobb Deep; the two worked like a well-oiled machine of authentic-lyricism, head banging boom-bap production, and a wild sense of abandonment for the rules. While only in their late teens, Mobb Deep was already a rough tag-team of unprecedented blows, hit after hit of the young rappers that would reach superstardom.
Their debut record, Juvenile Hell was a first look, a glimpse into the rough cut lives of two wordsmiths behind raw, but movement-inducing instrumentals with a large focus on sampled funk and early jazz. Through the opening tracks of “Me & My Crew”, “Locked In Spofford”, and “Hold Down The Fort”, Prodigy and Havoc are a wrecking crew of a bleak future for hip-hop that included lyrical themes of despair, violence, and a hellish lifestyle of institutions. Especially prevalent in their lyrical approach, Havoc begins on the track, “Peer Pressure”, that he is, “A young black teen, everyday I, deal with the pressure and mixed up is how I feel. I walk the streets with a fuck you attitude and when it comes to my peoples, you ain’t half as rude”. Havoc and Prodigy are standoffish, but are relatable characters through their music and even as they lived much different lives; their message of being your own boss is still influential to other rhymers of today. It is instantly apparent that Mobb Deep has no compassion for those that stand opposing to them, they are ready to stomp the competition and clearly from the track, “Bitch Ass Nigga”, Mobb Deep is not afraid to get their hands dirty.
Havoc explains, “You couldn’t kill me because I can’t kill myself, and if I got beef then I got it for self. And if I catch a body, I catch it for self, to me murder is good for the health… So what you wanna do punk, back up a little. Gimme some space, I’m getting hearts, street sweeper”. It is a relation to the rhyme schemes and the lyrical ability where Mobb Deep is a shining example of teen anger and Hip-Hop class acts. Hip-Hop as a genre has deep roots connected to Mobb Deep and there can not be a discussion about classic Hip-Hop without mentioning Prodigy or Havoc. The two Queensbridge Destroyers were a dangerous group both on and off the microphone; Mobb Deep is a pivotal group that stands out in history as being able to shake a room with their sharp rhymes, or keep a room bouncing with their boom-bap production. It was a dualistic time in Mobb Deep’s career where their debut needed to be authentic to their own style, but also be able to become relatable to the audience in a similar manner. Mobb Deep captures that spirit of Hip-Hop and their later track, “Stomp Em Out” is a prime example of how the production lures in listeners with the bass-heavy, horns and jazz styled drums that let both Prodigy and Havoc annihilate. The beat is able to be danced to and something that a person’s mother can enjoy, but the hardcore lyrics are the bread and butter of Mobb Deep that makes the listener really stay and start to analyze what Mobb Deep is.

Juvenile Hell is a constant work of art that shifts and twists with each incoming track, the final moments with “Peer Pressure (The Large Professor Remix)”, “Project Hallways”, and “Flavor For The Non-Believes”, is a monumental send off that can be released as a separate EP of itself. The reworking of “Peer Pressure” gives an entirely different feel as the rising horn that becomes a blaring method and the seguing techniques of “Project Hallways” is engaging. As Mobb Deep moves toward the last moments of Juvenile Hell, there is a live feeling behind their music, sending the tracks off in an up-beat style. There is not a moment where Mobb Deep lets the emotion fall to a dragging level of momentum, there is always some sort of movement going on while Prodigy and Havoc wreck the microphone. Even as the final dust settles on “Flavor For The Non-Believes”, there is still a focus on sending the beat into a quick, boom-bap style of bon voyage.
The dynamite duo moves well together and while Juvenile Hell is not their best project. It is indeed a perfect place to start as it proves that Mobb Deep only improved with their later projects, the incredible re-workings of their styles and movements led them to where they are today. The superstars of rhymes are a rare breed, one that will always last and always be prevalent in history. The entertainers of the masses, the stepping-stones of generations, the Queensbridge poets of Mobb Deep.