Psych-rock guru Wayne Coyne and band return upon the release of The Flaming Lip’s new album, Embryonic. Most of the groups 12th studio album sounds like chilled-out echoes of early Miles Davis jazz, with distorted funk grooves meshing effortlessly with soft, spacey electronics. Nearing the album’s closure, a theme emerges, which I think has something to do with keying into the cosmos by abandoning control. Now I could be wrong (it might just be the acid talking) but I think i’m close.

Thanks to the good people at Warner Music, we have a bunch of copies to give-away. The first three people to email stuff@grapevinemagazine.com.au, with EMBRYONIC in the subject box, will win themselves a slice of aural (aural … not oral) pleasure. Get cracking now, I know how much you all masturbate over free product.