King Gizzard and The Lizard Wizard
The chance happening upon that Australian Nuggets compilation last week brought about a thankful introduction to Melbourne's King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard (damn that's a mouthful every time) and its hard to think of a band more deservedly included in said ranks of that comp. The band's album 12 Bar Bruise retains a love for 60's flange, high-octane fuzz and a whole pantload of swagger. The guitars sizzle, the organs lurch towards sci-fi heights and the rest is just a distillation of garage that feels like the live setting is where you need to truly appreciate these Aussie assassins. Hell it ain't the most original slab on the books but as we've pointed out so often and as loudly as possible, that was never the point. The point is to try to raise the timbers with the full force rumble of amplifier fuzz. The point is to try to sweat soak every inch of yourself dancing to said rumble. The point is to glorify the long gone gods of garage from Troggs to Nazz. The point is to shut up and dance. King Gizzard get the point and that's pretty much all you need to know.
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