Call it the product of Pandora. It's either genius or absurd to pair indie-pop bleeding heart Pete Yorn with French electro-aficionados Phoenix, capped off by the psych-folk circusry of Wayne Coyne's Flaming Lips. But they're all supporting new albums, and Coyne finally stopped throwing his energy into vibrating panties and human bubbles long enough to help create the Lips' finest and first double-disc effort to date. So, we'll see you there. (Gavin Paul)
