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The songwriting is incredibly boring. Where in the pre-Soft Bulletin days the songs were inherently eccentric, all of a sudden their quirkyness is limited to silly sound effects and dressing as animals. Without the stellar production, recent Lips would be absolute garbage. Hell, I think At War with the Mystics is garbage anyways.
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Boys go to jupiter to get more stupider
Girls go to mars, become rock stars
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