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Track Listings
| 1. Turn It On |
| 2. Pilot Can At The Queer Of God |
| 3. Oh My Pregnant Head |
| 4. She Don't Use Jelly |
| 5. Chewin The Apple Of My Eye |
| 6. Superhumans |
| 7. Be My Head |
| 8. Moth In The Incubator |
| 9. ******* [Plastic Jesus] |
| 10. When Yer Twenty-Two |
| 11. Slow Nerve Action |
Product Description
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For so long, The Flaming Lips were indie-rock's Least Likely To's. For more than 10 years, these ever-shifting American psychedelists made some of the oddest records known to man or beast. And with 1993's Transmissions From The Satelite Heart they had their first hit. "She Don't Use Jelly", the hit in question, is accessible fuzz-guitar psyche-rock; indeed, by Flaming Lips standards, Transmissions... is comparatively normal. True, it still includes songs called "Oh My Pregnant Head (Labia In The Sunlight)" and "Pilotcan At The Queer Of God", but despite the ever-present perverse streaks, the glorious, celebratory crunch of "When Yer Twenty-Two" is the sound of The Flaming Lips finally embracing their listener. Transmissions From The Satellite Heart proved the detractors wrong--this is an album of incandescent loveliness and chemically-assisted good humour. --Louis Pattison
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Sometimes it seems as if there's every other band in America, and then there's the Flaming Lips. The Norman, Oklahoma, quartet makes modern rock that doesn't sound like anyone else; head music, they'd have called it in psychedelia's heyday, weird soundscapes that conjure the bizarre alternate universe on the other side of the funhouse mirror. Transmissions, their second major-label release after a long indie apprenticeship has a mellower feel than early fans might expect, with lots of acoustic guitar and dreamy interludes to shame More-era Pink Floyd, but it's no less weird than their last two efforts. Strange sounds float in and out of the mix, and Wayne Coyne's twisted hick vocals are convincingly demented. Coyne's lyrics tend toward a Dadaist stream of consciousness with occasional forays into junk culture; this is familiar modern rock territory, but songs such as "She Don't Use Jelly," "Chewin the Apple of Your Eye," and "Be My Head" are more effective and less annoying than the would-be gonzo efforts of Frank Black and Sonic Youth because they're catchier and less pretentious. The Flaming Lips may be transmitting to the satellites, but when all is said and done, they live in Oklahoma. --Jim DeRogatis
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3.0 out of 5 stars
Fairly standard early-90's fare from a truly inventive band,
By "nottedatall" (Chicago, IL United States) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Transmissions ... (Audio CD)
Distorted guitars and early 90's dynamics (LOUD-quiet-LOUD) make Transmissions from the Satellite Heart sound dated. Although the album often has some crazy instrumentation that makes it stand out, these touches are usually attached to sludgy guitars while Wayne's especially thin sounding vocals bleat out uninteresting melodies. If you enjoy the later Flaming Lips for their simple, compelling melodies and over-the-top instrumentation, this album could disappoint.
5.0 out of 5 stars
The Best Lips Record I've Heard,
This review is from: Transmissions ... (Audio CD)
The first album of the Lips I heard was Yoshimi, followed by The Soft Bulletin, and then Transmissions From The Satellite Heart. After being disappointed by the Soft Bulletin I was a little bit hesitant in picking up another album of theirs. But I'm very glad I did. Transmissions shows that once upon a time the Flaming Lips could really rock, power chords and all. Yes, unlike future albums this one has plenty of grueling guitar and its all for the better, it makes it a lot more edgy. Wayne Coyne's voice is probably at the roughest I've heard it but it doesn't really matter because they fit in with the hard, rough tunes. The whole album has a bit of a Western flair to it as shown in Chewin the Apple Of Your Eye. The song is like a western ballad in the same vein as later Velvet Underground or a much better Bright Eyes, Coyne's crackling, rough voice though manages to make the song much more tragic than Bulletin's and Yoshimi's bombastic ballads. This also has the Lips only break into MTV airplay, with the song She Don't Use Jelly. The song seems to be a bit of a predessesor for the Soft Bulletin and has some very humorous lyrics. The real highlight of this album has to be When Yer Twenty-Two. It shows the Lips at the heighth of their artistry and catchiness in this period. Be My Head has an abundance of a Lip's staple, really dumb lyrics. But again, like usual this isn't a problem for them due to the great melody. Really though there isn't a weak point in this album and it doesn't let up at all throughout. I really hope that the Lips have the chops to match this album sometime in the future, and I think with the originality of Coyne they just might...
5.0 out of 5 stars
It's A Grower,
By Paul H. "rmj84" (USA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Transmissions ... (Audio CD)
In the early 90's, it was possible for all sorts of strange bands to be signed to major labels. With noise-mongers ranging from the dark post-punk of Sonic Youth to the chaotic bursts insanity from The Boredoms, it seemed as if perhaps these strange, but wonderful artists might gain more exposure. Sadly, this wasn't the case, but it was still interesting to see records like The Flaming Lips' Transmissions From The Satellite Heart released by a giant corporation (Warner Bros. in this case). Strangely enough, Transmissions is a less accessible record than the Lips' major label debut Hit To Death In The Future Head, although Transmissions features the Lips' fluke hit "She Don't Use Jelly." To anyone who bought this for the strange, yet sunny "Jelly," they were possibly taken aback by the manipulated guitar fuzz, tape loops, and lo-fi acoustic excursions. There are a few pop gems in the vein of "Jelly" including "Turn It Up" and "Superhumans," but songs like "Oh My Pregnant Head" and "Slow Nerve Action" as as bizarre as their titles may suggest. While Hit To Death... had some interesting orchestral touches melded in with the abundance of guitar noise, Transmissions is a much more stripped-down affair, focusing on creating an atmosphere that perhaps not surprisingly hints at mind-altering substances. Transmissions From The Satellite Heart is an artistic statement by one of the nineties' most relentlessly creative bands, not just an album of weird filler book-ending a hit single. It's too bad nobody really started to realize just how brilliant the Lips were until The Soft Bulletin. Fans of new Flaming Lips work might be a tad confused, but it's a fun ride for anyone who thought maybe the Meat Puppets and The Jesus And Mary Chain should have jammed together.
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