Yeah, let's get it over with off the top: it's a bad name (but, in another sense, aren't they all?).
Sure, there were a lot of great shows last night, but come on, CMW; there were as many people on stage as there were in the audience. Maybe that name scared 'em off. Word is: they fared much better Saturday afternoon at the Horseshoe's Aussie BBQ showcase. (Ed. Note: It was pretty packed, yes.)
They could've totally phoned it in. A "hey, at least we had a good show this afternoon, " take it easy when the stakes are low kind of thing, but nope, King Gizzard is a monarch who knows something about integrity. The guitars still wailed, the long hair still whipped around. Would have loved to see what they could make with the energy coming off a crowded room.
I couldn't whistle you a King Gizzard lick the moment after I left the building, but for the 20 minutes they played that one snaking jam, I was dialed in. Sure, it's decadent, but there's something criminally powerful about the work of twin drummers locked into a tight groove, and even more so when you pile on three swirling guitars.
— Chart Attack (@ChartAttack) May 11, 2014