It’s a long time since the Flaming Lips bothered the mainstream with the likes of Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots; in the past decade, they’ve charted a stranger course, with freaky Beatles covers, 2013’s darkly wondrous The Terror and an unlikely bond with Miley Cyrus. More weirdness abounds on their 14th album. Described by frontman Wayne Coyne as sounding like “Syd Barratt meets A$AP Rocky”, meandering jams blur into trip-hop grooves, a narrative about “the love generation” and an actual frog chorus. However, somewhere in the haze lurks their old knack for writing great, off-kilter pop songs that reflect and escape the bewildering world around us. Cyrus props up for the sun-drenched, free festival electro vibes of We a Famly, while songs such as The Castle create a more melancholy bliss. Happiness and sadness collide most beautifully on Sunrise (Eyes of the Young), the prettiest thing they’ve done in years.