It almost seems like the Flaming Lips has regressed a little, structurally and rhythmically speaking.

The problem is, Parton seems hesitant to just go ahead and continue to make the kinds of albums that will attract hardcore folk and roots enthusiasts, instead tempering her material with apparent attempts to hold appeal to a wider audience. So, at best, the final results are a bit mixed.

This short EP clearly isn't up to the muster of classic 70s Wire.

Overall, the set works as a study in contrasts, with the ornate sampled arrangements always being in danger of disappearing under the sparking electronic beats or Daedelus’ added textures, whether they be synthesized sounds or computer printers.

A lush post-rock masterpiece.

This album includes boasts a brilliant storyteller, amazing music, and, most important, beautifully delivered lyrics.

Much popier than the band’s previous efforts, this is a fun album with catchy beats, cool guitars and a lo-fi sound.

He has composed devastatingly clever lyrics to go with music that completely rocks out, tugs at your heartstrings, or both.

My only complaint about this brilliant album is that the first half is so strong, the second half is weak in comparison.

A dark, moody, hypnotic monumental masterpiece with songs that unfold subtlety from one elaborate texture to the next so that you almost don't notice the marvelous hooks until they have dug their way beneath your skin and buried themselves in your soul.

These two guys are good on the turntables and production, and they've got some stellar hip hop and rock guests. Check out this collaboration, one of the few hip-hop albums that I truly think is a must-have.