American Head, The Flaming Lips’ 16th(!) studio album, is a timely reminder that America’s weirdest psych rockers are more than bubble-bound festival mainstays. Forming in Oklahoma in the mid-80s and zagging from generic garage rock to 90s alt heroes to indie rock godfathers, the Wayne Coyne-led band has outlasted its peers and covered more stylistic ground successfully than any other band I can think of in the last 30 years. At their late-90s/early-00s peak, the Lips full-hearted symphonies paved the way for Obama-era optimism. In the band’s darker moments, though, the Fearless Freaks show that we’ve got plenty to be afraid of, finding ways to channel anxiety and violence in ways that resound more in 2020 than upon their initial release.