King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Gamma Knife

The collective heartrate of King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard is immeasurable by now. They’re a permanent caffeine kick, an electro-shock that persists until everything turns to dust. In the space of eighteen months, they’ve put their name to four albums. And somehow, the last of this berserk prolific spree is the most energised they’ve ever sounded. ‘Nonagon Infinity’ is Usain Bolt compared to their previous effort, the twisted happy-clappy run-around-the-fire folk of ‘Paper Mache Dream Balloon’. High blood pressure? Steer clear. As evidenced by ‘Gamma Knife’, King Gizzard have retuned their circuits with turbo-charge additions. They’re every Vin Diesel scene from The Fast and the Furious, switched to triple speed. Shameless, showy solos are dragged into the sky by a cult spirit. It’s one stab of ridiculousness after the next. If anyone tells these Aussies to town it down a bit, their response is to evolve into a multi-headed snake monster. An accompanying video finds the group with their faces painted, shunning swords into the ground in a ritualistic dance, for no apparent reason. Nothing makes sense in the world of King Gizzard, and that’s the entire point. They’re a stream of consciousness, untameable outfit who just happen to be approaching the form of their lives. You can’t take your eyes off them.