To say the least, 2017 was a big year for King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, if not the year. Yes, it’s an understated question: how did they do it? Take the sheer nature of the band as the indicator. Imagine a seven-headed psychedelic Australian devil borne out of Jim Morrison’s peyote desert trip—diabolical to the core, but the most kaleidoscopic excursion on record. From their jazz-infused and pun-intended collaborative effort with Mild High Club on Sketches of Brunswick East to their more all-inclusive approach on Flying Microtonal Banana, Murder of the Universe, and Polygondwanaland, the creative juices were working overtime in 2017. It’s fair enough to say the juices were working plenty while coming up with the album names alone, and they only do the releases justice for what’s in between the vinyl groves. Five full-length releases later (and possibly counting), and 2017 is undeniably looking like one for the annals for King Gizzard. It’s almost an anthology that belongs all together on a shelf in chronological order: “2017, The Year of King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard”. It’s a year that will go down in history in classic King Gizzard fashion.