King Gizzard remains one of the last, quietly-best rock bands of the era.
I was frustrated by career-highlight I'm in Your Mind Fuzz - it came on like a thunderstorm apocalypse and went out like a flowered field. The boys've been nice enough to fence off the flowers and just commit to an album to 'em. Bouncy folk-prog, a step away from the Tremor Control at their lightest, all agreeable, flecked with flutes and harmonica and wild nothings.
I suspect its a grower - for now I'm a bit confounded by the combination of brittle sun grass crispness and drips of trippy headspace. What a wildly curious magical band these guys are 4/5
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