Sweat, blood and tears – an extremely accurate way to summarise a King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard gig. Having experienced their magical madness once before, I half knew what I was in for, and this time I was going to attempt avoiding having half a head of hair pulled from my scalp in the mosh pits, loosing my shoes or being pulled to the ground by an unconscious drunk guy in all leather… So this time I tried the front.
Almost as soon as Gizz makes an appearance, the rooms’ temperature triples, due to the nervous excitement the crowd builds up watching them set-up, that and the fact that everyone is packed in (quite literally) like sardines. It’s like you’re in some sort of weird spooning version of the Human Centipede. I don’t think there is a position that you can be in at a King Gizz gig where you are actually comfortable or your body isn’t contorted in a weird and unnatural pose but that’s what makes it fun – even if your ribs are now black and your feet are wrapped in bandages. Other perks of the tight crowd is that it’s harder for people to get their phones out and film.
They waste no time getting started and hammer straight into the set, one song after another, in the spirit of their endlessly looping album Nonagon Infinity. With 8 albums to their name already, and having played at several festivals this year such as Green Man and Reading & Leeds whilst on tour in the UK, this band never seem to stop. “How do they do it?” you may ask. Robots. I may have a theory that King Gizz are all robots, enabling their creator to sit back and watch the dollar roll in whilst they churn out album after album and tour until the end of time, but that story is for another day.
It’s an intense and wild experience that you have to see for yourself if you ever want to come close to understanding how insane this band are. Seven members each giving 100% means that in total it’s a 700% performance. Logic. It’s hard enough trying to get over the fact that there is two drummers let alone what everyone else is doing. The best songs from the night had to be Robot Stop (coincidence? I think not), People-Vultures, the I’m In Your Mind saga and Trapdoor, cuz you know it’s gunna get krunky when Stu pulls the flute out.
Throughout their set you’ll kill, you’ll die, you’ll sell your soul and you’ll resurrect.