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While there's obviously potential for this to be great, I'm honestly not going to get my hopes up. I fucking adore electric Miles, and the idea of that mixed with the Lips in, say, 1993 is glorious, but the idea of it with the Lips that we have now... well frankly it summons up mental images over-produced sub-Floydian floaty ass nu-prog hellishness.
I really hope I'm wrong, because those early Lips records are amazing, and I'm always kind of waiting in vain for a return. If they'd described it as Joy Division-meets-Miles Davis Group with stripped down raw production and messed-up loud guitars I'd be a lot more hopeful. We'll see...
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