Review by Nathan King
Photos by Dave Court
King Gizzard and The Lizard Wizard are nothing short of a psychedelic deluge of frenetically fuzzed guitars, fluttering flutes, haemorrhaging harmonicas and ethereal vocals. To think that they encapsulate all of this and so much more several times over on an album and then just shy of a year later drop another enthralling album even more obscure. Last Thursday they lingered about Adelaide to crash into everyone’s mind fuzz with the support of Victorian prog-psychedelic officiants ORB.
Before anyone was to take the stage at The Gov a crowd had grown to such a tight embraced that it was merely a waiting game between ORB and King Gizzard and The Lizard Wizard’s sets that all in attendance would turn into one psychedelic entity, free of confines of set list or world that does not contain King Gizzard. ORB launched onto the stage with no banter needed, just a face fracturing sound reminiscent of King Gizzard, but much earlier 70s entrenched. The most apt description one could give of ORB’s stage presence and sound is that of listening to very, very early Black Sabbath on an ever increasingly peculiar acid trip. With a seamless transition between tracks, the stand out of which was ‘Migration’, ORB commanded the stage presence and sonic stamina of an early Tame Impala.
Finally through a suspicious haze lingering from many in the crowd King Gizzard and The Lizard Wizard faded into the crowd’s collective consciousness with howling hordes of applause. In typical fashion they crashed into the evening hard with their track ‘Robot Stop’ and without stopping for a breath they ploughed through the first half of their new album Nonagon Infinity, with the transition between each track, the crowd robotically recited the lines “Nonagon infinity opens the door”.
The other half of their set included stand out classics form their back catalogue such as ‘I’m In Your Mind Fuzz’, ‘Cellophane’ and ‘The River’. Nearing the end of the set they took a halt to their set after one fan was ejected from the building for rocking and rolling too hard in the mosh, in shear defiance to ‘the man’ the band refused to continue until he was brought back into the venue. After his triumphant return the crowd bellowed with glee and he was back into somewhat safe company, before the evening was drawn to a close with King Gizzard delivering some of the crunchiest psychedelic music of this decade.