King Gizzard are the equivalent of Mad Max-you can never kill them. They will always be there, and they will always be loud. In your face, grappling and gnawing at your primal instincts until you have no choice but to succumb to your carnal desires and dance the night away, one hand holding a bottle of red wine from the Caribbean, and one hand placed firmly on the topless companion you found somewhere in the Sahara Desert. You have no idea where you found this person or how you got to a tribe in a desert of Africa, but really who cares? You’re listening to the new King Gizzard record, and that’s more than enough to make anyone melt with excitement and do a bunch of crazy shit they normally wouldn’t do.
On their fourth record in approximately two years, the Jizz Masters of the Universe evolve themselves again into a psych-pop convent. Whilst Attempt at Awesomeness III, 2013’s ‘Float Along-Fill Your Lungs’ went hard and heavy into the murky waters of psych, often emerging from the black lake with a tasty riff bared in its teeth, ‘Oddments’ takes the San Francisco route through psychedelica. Whilst there are moments of danger and disparity, the feel and rigour of the album is one of irreverence. King Gizz wanna have fun! They’ve fought their fair share of battles, and bed more than their fair share of women, and now its time to regale those tales for the plebs. We’re all entertained by the simplest of things, and King Gizz twist and contort those simplicities in a hotbox of psych until we’re on our knees begging for more ticklish delights.
If you’re confused, then just check out the single ‘Vegemite’. That song pretty much holds the key to understanding ‘Oddments’. Childish squeals about Australia’s favourite tar-flavoured toast accoutrement, spread haphazardly over some kinky fuzz and brain-fucked finger plucking. It’s this kind of simplicity that the Gizz revel in, at least for now. And they do it with refreshing originality. They’re unafraid, they don’t care whether you’ll look down on them for whittling back on the complexity or ferocity of previous albums. For now, it’s time to take a breather, and by Santa Claus’ Victoria Secret catalogue do they make that entertaining.
Like all King Gizz records, ‘Oddments’ is suitably all over the place. There’s sonic freakouts like ‘Alluda Majaka’ (complete with ‘Knights of Cydonia horse cries), placid, shut-eyed exploration through ‘Work This Time’, and groovy, anthemic psych like ‘Hot Wax’ that would make Frank Zappa want to come back from the dead just to smoke a joint to this track.
But, as iterated before, its the rooting in a relative calm and peeled back King Gizz that gives ‘Oddments’ its flavour and identity. It allows for some solid soul to shine through-with the fuzz skinned off, the gruff beard gives way to a handsome leading man. That was a Zach Galifianakis metaphor. If you didn’t understand that, then we can’t be friends.
Pick up this brilliant record from King Gizzard’s Bandcamp. And do the right thing and go see them play at either The Roller Den on April 10, or at FBi Social on the 12th. Schweeeet!