WATCH: Racy Video from Flaming Lips Cover Shoot!

Wayne Coyne bares all for SPIN's cameras!

We definitely got closer to Wayne Coyne as we assembled our cover story on him and his band, the Flaming Lips. Heck, the man even hand-lettered the graphics on our cover, and within the story itself! But artistic talent wasn't all Wayne shared with SPIN.

The Flaming Lips Are in Complete Control

From their low-fi, high-energy traveling circus to their cockroach like longevity to the hand-lettering of these very words, Wayne Coyne and the Flaming Lips are in complete control of everything they touch.
Photo by Francesco Carrozzini

During the spring of 1994, while the Flaming Lips were barnstorming across America, convincing radio programmers and their own label that a brain-fryingly weird pop tune, "She Don't Use Jelly," from their album Transmissions From the Satellite Heart, could be a hit, I was engaged in a middle-class rite of passage, backpacking across Europe.

The Flaming Lips, 'Embryonic' (Warner Bros.)

With all the plushies gone, Wayne Coyne's fantasia takes an inscrutably dark turn.

The universe tends toward disarray. Stars explode. Planets collide. Singers in white suits douse themselves in fake blood.

The Flaming Lips Debut New Songs Live

Digital vaginas and bugles highlight the L.A. stop of the band’s tour in support of the new Embryonic.
Flaming Lips' Wayne Coyne / Photo by Michael Didyoung

The Flaming Lips have always been about big ideas: In 1997, it was Zaireeka, an experimental release comprising four CD's designed to be played simultaneously; in 2002, it was Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, a concept album so theatrical the band decided to adapt it into a Broadway musical with screenwriter Aaron Sorkin; and come Oct.

Tough Questions for... Wayne Coyne

Flaming Lips frontman fields queries on his band's confetti budget, working at Long John Silver's, and his new film, Christmas on Mars.
Photograph by Jeremy Williams

If you're hankering to see a low-budget sci-fi movie featuring a suicidal Santa that very loosely concerns the fate of the first baby conceived in space, then by all means, check out Christmas on Mars. That such an offbeat film is the directorial debut of Wayne Coyne, frontman of psych-rock oddballs the Flaming Lips, should surprise no one.

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