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.