Inside the Cult of King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard
Exclaim
What sounds like a swift descent into madness or preface for a cult escape thinkpiece is actually pretty standard behaviour for a passionate King Gizzard fan. Why I and many others readily spend a month’s rent on dozens of concert tickets is difficult to pinpoint, and something that escapes the Melbourne rock band’s comprehension as well.
“Hell no!” exclaims singer-guitarist Stu Mackenzie when I ask if he had ever expected the Grateful Dead-esque fandom surrounding the band. Speaking by phone on the eve of the summer solstice, his wide-eyed gratitude is palpable as he pieces together the puzzle.
I understand his disbelief. Following King Gizzard to cities I have trouble placing on a map was more of a culture that absorbed me at its onset than a conscious lifestyle choice. “It was definitely not part of the game plan. I mean, I’m not sure we ever really had a solid game plan,” admits Mackenzie.