This CD was a ton of fun. It’s fuzzy psychedelic weirdo Pavement-by-way-of-GBV-esque grandiosity, skills masquerading as sloppiness, and it’s creative glory unapologetic to the norm. Speaking of GBV, I heard these guys do Smothered In Hugs on the Sing For Your Meat GBV tribute album and now, hearing more of their stuff, I realize why they were such a good fit.
Of course, it’s also unfair (and lazy) to just compare them to other bands and think that covers it. Their sound is also distinctive, carried largely by Wayne Coyne’s voice. Granted, it sure sounds like the drugs were good while they made this, but that makes it impossible to recreate in the wild, unique. Transmissions… is blissed out sunshine pop music with distortion on the guitars and, occasionally, on reality too.
This punched all of my 90s indie rock happy buttons.