TRANSMISSIONS FROM THE SATELLITE HEART is a perfect example of post-modern ear-candy: sour, rough and skewed on the outside, lusciously sweet and logically structure-less on the inside. It is a Beatles record with Eno at the controls. While the guitar tones are more akin to laser beams than to standard Gibsons, and the effects-laden vocals casually melt into any form of incidental noise (keyboards, feedback, whatever), songs like "Turn It On" and "She Don't Use Jelly" are nothing more than pure pop songs for now (1990s) people. And just as the best of the psychedelic/sonic pioneers--the Lips' obvious fore-fathers--realised that to creatively buck the system they must first embrace its established traditions, Wayne Coyne and company balance extended jams like "Moth In The Incubator" and "Slow Nerve Action" with the simple acoustic folk of "*******". Such moments lift TRANSMISSIONS FROM THE SATELLITE HEART from being just a good record to being masterpiece.