What a fantastic discovery. It is easy to see why the Flaming Lips should dedicate a whole album to Yoshimi P-We, one half of Japanese space rockers The Boredoms and ringleader of OOIOO. What they share with the Lips is a wonderous innocence and awe-struck playfulness, creating experimental music that is neither pretentious or cerebral. Rather, this is a joyous trip that consistently surprises with its seemingly effortless innovations. Considering that this was originally released in Japan in 2000 - it makes a mockery of what has been made by comparative artists since (from Mogwai to Godspeed to Out Hud). It makes Future Sound of London's Amorphous Androginous seem like a blatant and incompetent rip-off. Imagine Pipers at the Gates of Dawn reimagined by Animal Collective if they comprised Japanese women. Opener 'Moss Trumpet' is something of a false start, a nice ditty comprising some soft, tribal drumming and a relatively mornful trumpet line, while 'Te Ku Te Ku Tune' is similarly low-key in its swirling ambience. Then 'Grow Sound Tree' kicks off: six minutes of mutant space rock with unintelligible vocal manipulations and a propulsive rythmn section. Then the rulebook gets thrown out of the window: 'Mountain Book' swells from deliriously childlike melodies into a highly original psychedelic squall, while 'I'm a Song' is acid funk in the mould of Out Hud but with a purposefulness and vivacity that they sometimes lack. The other major highlight is the singular 'Emeraldragonfly', which adds what sounds like Shirely Basset singing in an empty ballroom over a spacious dubby jam. Although there are some throwaway moments, this comes highly recommended. This is prog rock without the arch, po-faced pretentions, prog rock with funk and jazz undertones and a dazzling pop sensibility. Even, better, there is at least three other OOIOO albums to explore and I haven't even listened to The Boredoms yet.