If the lyrics were as daring as the music, it would seem as if the band is taking itself too seriously and trying too hard, but the result is quite the opposite actually: Coyne keeps his lyrics simple and straightforward, which adds to the albums power. A seemingly infinite amount of instruments are in the mix-up, and thankfully, none of the tracks sounds the same. More than anything, however, its how maximalist the music sounds that gives it such a jolt of grandiose energy. There's a lovable pop appeal that makes you love it the instant you hear it, along with an odd, experimental appeal as well that may turn it away from mainstream listeners, but ultimately, the two join together to create a truly wonderful style that will keep you astounded for days, maybe weeks, on end. Technically, it's an alternative rock album, but it feels like so much more. If you can manage that (which, really, shouldn't be hard), you're in for a treat. Sure, they all sound fantastic on their own, but it's just all the more amazing when everything's compressed together. It's an album to be experienced in it's entirety right from it's opening track (the majestic 'Race For The Prize") to it's closer ("Buggin'", the album's only love song). It's an album to be The Soft Bulletin is an example of an album where you just can't listen to one track off of it to truly appreciate. Those thousands singing along to Why Does It Always Rain on Me?, in the drizzle, are probably kicking themselves over a decade on that they missed the opportunity to be at what was, in hindsight, Ground Zero for The Flaming Lips’ evergreen appeal.The Soft Bulletin is an example of an album where you just can't listen to one track off of it to truly appreciate. This is an album of its time, sure – but one with a reach that continues to feel its way around the modern musical landscape. Just as previous releases had influenced the likes of Grandaddy and Mercury Rev, The Soft Bulletin and its successor Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots have informed acts including MGMT and Empire of the Sun. Ultimately, this record paved the way not only for The Flaming Lips to enjoy commercial success far beyond their homes, but also opened the doors for younger acts with a spirit of adventure in their blood to breach the pop charts. Race for the Prize and Waitin’ for a Superman – these are anthems built for mass celebration, and while the crowd isn’t wholly won over yet, fast-forward a few years and the reverence for these tracks is clear wherever The Flaming Lips pitch up with their travelling freak(ishly brilliant) show. In the presence of Wayne Coyne and company, with hand puppets in place of crowd-surfing bubbles and multiple dancers dressed up as aliens, everything’s exactly as it should be though. That stage, after 17 years: the New Bands tent. Seventeen years and nine albums since their formation, The Flaming Lips are headlining at Glastonbury, playing to a packed tent. It’s proggy, it’s rocky – but it’s not prog-rock, really nothing that the average man on the street can’t lean an ear towards and be immediately rewarded. Experimentation has been tempered the group’s out-there tendencies reined right in for a collection that sings with the same warmth and composure that characterised The Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds. The Flaming Lips, Oklahoma oddballs responsible for the four-discs-at-once headache of 1997’s Zaireeka, have crossed into the mainstream courtesy of The Soft Bulletin, NME’s album of 1999. But this is something I only witness in passing, as another band has had an equally brilliant year. The crowd for them goes back, back, and back some more, fires flickering up the hillside. Travis have had an amazing 12 months, their second studio album The Man Who earning the Scottish outfit the Best Album and Best Newcomers awards at the Brits in March. And Saturday’s Pyramid Stage headliners could well be described similarly. Glastonbury Festival, in the summer of 2000.