This song is a slice of white bread soaked in skim milk.
It is bland, soggy, and would only appeal to people who think flavor and texture are too extreme.
After a decade and a half of making interesting, unique and bizarre music - and making ends meet by working at a Long John Silvers - Wayne Coyne said ENOUGH IS ENOUGH and set out to record a song so boring and generic in sonic dynamics and theme that it might just sell enough records to help him escape slinging hush puppies for good. And it worked.
The philosophical depth of the lyrics is too insignificant to be measured by any tool ever devised by humans. It can be reduced to YOLO, YOU PURDY! This is clearly pandering. Coyne had previously explored far more complex and compelling existentialist, absurdist, and surrealist themes over the years. There is absolutely no reason whatsoever to explore such superficial examinations of being except to sell music to people who have never liked your music.
I'm not even sure what to say about the musical aspects, except that they mirror the lyrical torpidity almost perfectly. It's elevator music for people who are afraid of elevators and need to be lullabyed into a semi-conscious trance just to survive the ordeal.
A lot of great bands of the 20th century became unlistenable mush after the turn of the century, and along with the previously mentioned Modest Mouse, the Flaming Lips were one of them. And while I can certainly empathize with wanting to make a living doing the thing that you love, is it still the thing you love if you have to alter it to such a spineless form to succeed?
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