It’s proggy, it’s rocky – but it’s not prog-rock, really nothing that the average man on the street can’t lean an ear towards and be immediately rewarded.
Experimentation has been tempered the group’s out-there tendencies reined right in for a collection that sings with the same warmth and composure that characterised The Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds. The Flaming Lips, Oklahoma oddballs responsible for the four-discs-at-once headache of 1997’s Zaireeka, have crossed into the mainstream courtesy of The Soft Bulletin, NME’s album of 1999.
But this is something I only witness in passing, as another band has had an equally brilliant year. The crowd for them goes back, back, and back some more, fires flickering up the hillside. Travis have had an amazing 12 months, their second studio album The Man Who earning the Scottish outfit the Best Album and Best Newcomers awards at the Brits in March. And Saturday’s Pyramid Stage headliners could well be described similarly. Glastonbury Festival, in the summer of 2000.
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