As a Brooklynite spending a rare night in Central Park, I had no idea where I was when I ventured into Manhattan for King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard. The park was damp with fresh rain and murky from fog—once the sun started setting, I worried I’d never find the stage.
I found my way by following the hordes of denim jacket-donning, longhaired, pot-smoking fans I stumbled upon. I figured if I followed the tattoos and t-shirts, I’d end up in the right spot. And I was right.
Stonefield was already on stage when I stepped through the gates to the outdoor concert. Their liberating and empowering psych thrashers put my head in the stars. The trippy set by these Aussie rockers was the perfect come-up for my sober night of mind-altering music.
Everyone was dripping with sweat as King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard set up after Stonefield.
These wild rockers intensity and wall of sound put the entire park in a bubble of music and mayhem. Two drummers, three guitarists, a keys/harmonica player and a bassist were piled on the stage and all shredded like they had an endless amount of energy. As they wailed away, the trippy visuals behind them turned the outdoors into an IMAX theater and the audiences’ minds into mush.
King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard don’t play your typical metal rock. They’re unafraid to experiment with their sound and add things like a bluesy harmonica or electronic alien-like sound effects into the mix.
By the end of this ride through another dimension, our minds were rattled and our hearts were happy. Central Park will never seem the same.