- Dan DeLuca
Top Albums in the Region
This Week Last Week
Locally Nationally Locally
1 1 Justin Timberlake 20/20 Experience 1
2 3 Tyler, the Creator Wolf -
3 2 The Band Perry Pioneer -
4 6 New Kids on the Block 10 -
5 5 Lil Wayne I Am Not a Human Being II 2
6 7 Killswitch Engage Disarm the Descent -
7 4 Blake Shelton Based on a True Story 3
8 9 P!nk Truth About Love 5
9 8 Imagine Dragons Night Visions 7
10 10 Bruno Mars Unorthodox Jukebox 6
SOURCE: SoundScan (based on purchase data from Philadelphia and Montgomery, Delaware, Bucks, Chester, Camden, Burlington, and Gloucester Counties). Billboard Magazine 8/20/13 © 2013
In Stores Tuesday
Major Lazer, Free the Universe
Fall Out Boy, Save Rock N Roll
Steve Earle, The Low Highway
Jane Monheit, The Heart of the Matter
James Blake will play the Theater of Living Arts at 8 p.m. May 11. Tickets: $35. Phone: 215-922-1011. www.livenation.com.
The Flaming Lips
(Warner Bros ***1/2)
Wayne Coyne is at a sensational point in his career. With or without his Lips, Coyne has become a professional weirdo, exploiting oddity (releasing albums in gummy-worm skulls, crowdsurfing in clear plastic bubbles) in currently airing commercials and collaborations (e.g., Ke$ha). No matter what brand of experimentalism his neopsychedelic ensemble executes, Coyne & Co. must struggle to top itself. Thankfully, recent albums such as Embryonic have been buoyantly bizarre, resistant to any move toward pop-ularity.
Enter The Terror. With its nine songs unfurling in just under an hour, the Lips take their time though densely ruminative melodies and foggy noise-synth arrangements as never before. Through this muzzy, rapt haze, Coyne mulls the grim realities of a society's toxic future ("Look . . . The Sun is Rising") and the destruction of interpersonal relationships ("You Are Alone") in a small, broken falsetto. He sounds like he's gasping for air through the clutter of "Butterfly, How Long It Takes to Die" with a Draculian sing-speak Frank Langella would envy. Yet, through the busted balladry of "Try to Explain," Coyne musters what seems like his final gasp of emotion after having spent his Flaming past stuck out in the cold.
This is the Flaming Lips at its most bracing.
- A.D. Amorosi
(Arista Nashville **)
With "Southern Comfort Zone," the lead song and initial hit single from his new album, Brad Paisley neatly manages to both celebrate his native South - the primacy of home is still a resonant theme in country - and acknowledge his need to explore the world beyond the rural and the small-town to fulfill his potential. This qualifies as outside-the-box thinking in mainstream country, but the song is undermined by an overblown arrangement, complete with choir. It's a sign of things to come.
"Zone" is not the only time Paisley tries to be profound and provocative. He succeeds with "Those Crazy Christians" (again having it both ways) and fails with the trite "Accidental Racist," featuring a rap by cowriter LL Cool J. Mostly, however, Wheelhouse sinks under an excess of the glib and the clever in both production and writing. Those traits have surfaced in Paisley's previous work, but here the superstar is producing himself, so there's no one to keep them in check. The overly long, 17-track set is littered with samples and guests - from Cool J to Dierks Bentley, Charlie Daniels, Mat Kearney, and Eric Idle (?) - and they don't add much to the proceedings except to deflect attention from the mostly pedestrian lyrics.
Now that Paisley has this self-indulgence out of his system, next time he should call his estimable old producer, Frank Rogers, and get back to highlighting the charm and heart that made him such an appealing talent in the first place, and which are on display only intermittently here.
- Nick Cristiano