12:50 p.m. Saturday
Since the Atlanta punk foursome stumbled out of One Eyed Jacks earlier this year, Black Lips dropped the acclaimed fifth studio LP 200 Million Thousand (Vice), collaborated with Wu-Tang Clan senior authority (GZA at South by Southwest), were featured on the soundtrack of a quirky romantic comedy (500 Days of Summer), and barfought a lo-fi hipster darling. It's the latest development that's making headlines — Wavves frontman/entity Nathan Williams and Lips member Jared Swilley may or may not have engaged in a Brooklyn brawl following a blog-on-blog beef. Not an unlikely event considering the trail of wreckage and chaos the Lips have notoriously left in the wake of tour dates — chased out of India, banned from countless festivals (All Tomorrow's Parties organizers say they have a "no assholes" policy), grocery stores and venues, many in their hometown. Full-frontal male nudity and projectile vomiting aren't what you'd expect from up-and-coming pop stars.
But the Lips are serious players — already young veterans of Bomp! Records, the famed label of The Modern Lovers, The Stooges and Devo, among other protopunk deities. The group's latest, 200 Million Thousand, nods to the greaser rock 'n' roll their predecessors revered, but favors mild psychedelic flourishes and washed out, stripped-down swamp rock.
Expect a more subdued Lips set for the Voodoo masses — urinating ni one's own mouth may or may not be allowed on festival grounds. Though the band's infamous behavioral issues may have flown under the radar in years past, the matured Lips no longer looks like four guys drowning in fast-forward in a river of rock 'n' roll; their garage-rocking, blues-riveted rave ups are now commercial-friendly gems in film and television. However, the band is in its comfort zone for appropriate levels of public stupidity — gold-grilled guitarist Ian Brown is a local. — Alex Woodward