Float Along – Fill Your Lungs

The Weekend Australian - Review - - Music Reviews - Sarah Elks

King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard

Flight­less/Dot Dash

MADE for ra­dio it ain’t. At 15-plus min­utes, Head

On/Pill, the first track on this Mel­bourne sev­en­piece’s sec­ond al­bum in a year, is a fever­ish ca­coph­ony of psychedelia in­ter­spersed with brain­split­ting feed­back squeals, surf-rock riffs and fre­quent si­tar twangs. It’s dis­cor­dant and a tri­fle dis­com­bob­u­lat­ing, but boy, is it fun. And that’s the most lov­able thing about King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard (apart from what’s prob­a­bly Aus­tralia’s great­est band name): the self-de­scribed

‘‘ com­pletely fried theremin-wield­ing psy­chopaths’’ are fun and fear­less. This year’s first re­lease (their sec­ond LP), Eyes like the Sky, was billed as a spaghetti western au­dio­book, and that’s ex­actly what it was: a swag­ger­ing, gun­shot­punc­tu­ated sound­track to a film Quentin Tarantino re­ally should have made. While not west­ern­themed, Float Along — Fill Your Lungs is equally brave and ex­per­i­men­tal. Af­ter the mam­moth opener the tracks be­come shorter, with­out los­ing any of their pre­de­ces­sor’s fuzz-filled am­bi­tion. The vo­cals sound as if they’re be­ing sung down a crackly in­ter­na­tional phone line. There are some muf­fled coughs herald­ing the start of God is Call­ing

Me Back Home, a cheer­fully mur­der­ous gui­tar jam, and some muted ap­plause at the end of the sunny

Pop in My Step. A vin­tage Juno-60 key­board syn­the­siser plays its part and all of th­ese el­e­ments add to the home­spun yet pow­er­ful vibe of the al­bum, which was recorded in sheds, garages and thrown-to­gether stu­dios. Long live King Gizzard.

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