I own this and occasionally put it on, but it’s another one of those albums I don’t really think too much about until I’m reminded of its existence in some way. Then when I’m listening to it I always think I need more Flaming Lips in my life. This is a great album, I love the weirdness of the lyrics (the whole notion of Race for the Prize is just bananas) and the arrangements aren’t any less interesting. Listening to the whole thing as I am now but with more attention than usual, I’m struck by the mixing on the drums - they’re quite high up and very present - and also by the way that there seems to be a basic structure for the songs… but other than that, they could just as easily be completely improvised around that skeleton for all I know. (The lyrics hint at that, as do some of the instrumental backing bits.) Idiosyncratic is the best description.