- Released: June 1, 1993
- Label: Warner Bros / WEA
Rolling Stone - 10/28/93, p.813.5 Stars
- Very Good - "...unlike previous Flaming Lips releases, [TRANSMISSIONS FROM THE SATELLITE HEART] doesn't make the listener work as hard to enjoy the journey....The Flaming Lips join the ranks of rock's most endearing eccentrics..."
Spin - 8/93, p.22
"...open up your ears for their sixth full-length album. The Lips specialize in noisy yet rather melodic guitar pop..."
Q - 9/93, p.843 Stars
Melody Maker - 7/3/93, p.28
"...They've hit the daisy right on the head...frazzling and dazzling..."
Mojo (Publisher) - 7/02, p.60
"...The curtain of chaos parts and the Lips' pop sense begins to focus..."
NME (Magazine) - 6/19/93, p.34
7 - Very Good - "...another fine statement of lack of intent. A cracking, cracked record....A delicious, ridiculous stomp..."
- 1.Turn It On
- 2.Pilot Can At The Queer Of God
- 3.Oh My Pregnant Head (Labia In The Sunlight)
- 4.She Don't Use Jelly
- 5.Chewin' The Apple Of Your Eye
- 7.Be My Head
- 8.Moth In The Incubator
- 10.When Yer Twenty-Two
- 11.Slow Nerve Action
Flaming Lips: Wayne Coyne (vocals, guitar); Steven Drozd, Michael Ivins, Ronald Jones.
Recorded at Studio Seven, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma from January to February 1993.
TRANSMISSIONS FROM THE SATELLITE HEART is a perfect example of post-modern ear-candy: sour, rough and skewed on the outside, lusciously sweet and logically structure-less on the inside. It is a Beatles record with Eno at the controls. While the guitar tones are more akin to laser beams than to standard Gibsons, and the effects-laden vocals casually melt into any form of incidental noise (keyboards, feedback, whatever), songs like "Turn It On" and "She Don't Use Jelly" are nothing more than pure pop songs for now (1990s) people. And just as the best of the psychedelic/sonic pioneers--the Lips' obvious fore-fathers--realized that to creatively buck the system they must first embrace its established traditions, Wayne Coyne and company balance extended jams like "Moth In The Incubator" and "Slow Nerve Action" with the simple acoustic folk of "*******." Such moments lift TRANSMISSIONS FROM THE SATELLITE HEART from being just a good record to being masterpiece.