Without consulting the track listing, I tried to associate any of its 13 songs with the visitors. Not counting the needlessly 10-minute cover of The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face with Erykah Badus vocals, I was able to place one.
My point? This is not a collaborative album in the true sense; this is a Lips record with the company bending to Wayne Coynes will, so those wondering what a team-up between the band and My Morning Jacket might sound like, keep wondering.
When the invitation reads costume required for attendance, dammit, youre going to don a costume, even if you are Nick Cave.
Whether this is a good thing depends on your opinion of Embryonic, the Lips last original LP, which found them abandoning the dream-pop melodies of their Soft Bulletin breakthrough for more experimental, uneasy-listening pastures. Fwends boasts those touches in droves, from buzz-saw riffs to psychedelic static.
To me, only two tracks felt like full-fledged songs versus jacking-around outtakes: the downtempo Tasered and Maced, where Ghostland Observatorys electro-spooky touch is tangible, and the unfortunately titled Helping the Retarded to Know God.
As for the remainder, I quote the opening of song six: You always want to shave my balls / That aint my trip. Rod Lott