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When the frontman of a band comes out to make a PSA before a concert—remarking that he will soon walk out into the crowd in a giant “space bubble” and also that the band’s strobe lights can be a little intense, so if someone has a freak-out, just hang in there—you know you’re in for a good time.---
Such is the way of Wayne Coyne and the Flaming Lips. But before the veritable freak flag wavered in the wind, the Mexican garage punk trio La Butcherettes took the stage. Although there were catchy hooks like “Rip my clothes off/ Rip my fucking clothes off,” the highlight of this performance was Teri Gender Bender’s (born Teresa Suaréz) show(wo)manship on stage. At one point, she had her leg splayed over her keyboard and proceeded to air-hump it, which turned into a one legged hop/kick dance move, and then as the song came to a close, she somersaulted and ended with her feet gyrating in the air. Check out their latest, the 2011 release Sin Sin Sin. The band conjured up early era Lips right along with '90s Seattle grunge. They certainly warmed the crowd up.
And what came next was your typical, always tantalizing, Flaming Lips show. Through a door in the LED semi-circle of a backdrop—as the lights created a space-portal effect for the doorway—the band entered one by one to begin playing, except Coyne. When the ramp was removed, there he was, wrapped in plastic, which was quickly filled with air. As the band rocked the intro, Coyne was rolled into the crowd, where simultaneously dozens of balloons, along with mounds of confetti, were dropped. Backed by flashing neon everywhere and strobe lights too numerous to count, this was one hell of an intro.