Review Summary: A stoner doom ode to pizza, smashing nerds and existentialism.
I have tried to come up with some serious analysis of Brisbane's Lizzard Wizzard sophomore album,
Total War Power Bastard, I really did, but instead I found myself digging into a hole of wonderfully absurd lyricism and post-millenial poetry, colossal riffage, painful grunts and the shrieks of a tortured soul to the point of no return. I have, truly, lost my mind.
Let's just reflect on the profound lyrics of "Pizza", for example: "Margherita , Capricciosa, Vegan friendly... NOTZARELLA", the Wizzard sings, screams these devouring words into my cerebellum, penetrating my skull while my pizza withdrawal takes over. I become a tiny weakling.
"Notzarella..." Just the single thought of it. I am sitting here, half-baked through middle track "Nerd Smasher" for the hundredth time and suddenly I have the urgent need of sinking my head into a big bucket full of nutella and punching the air, power drunk, chocolate blinded, the world is mine. I become King Gizzard The IV.
The Lizzard Wizzard marks the pace with monolithic steps, carrying my flailed mind through the anguished martyrdom that is becoming a night without my pizza fix. I discern some early Neurosis, some Eyehategod, echoes of my youth, the Wizzard is relentless, track after track, from the mesmerizing ending of "***head Nihilism" to the perpetual hammering of "Medusa But She Gets You Stoned Instead Of Turning You To Stone Instead Of Snakes She Has Vaporizers On His Head...drugs". (I didn't make that title track up.)
Total War Power Bastard requires an hour of your precious time and the will to accept ummemorial truths
[Every dad has a dad/ And his dad/Has a dad]. Succumb to the watchful power of the Wizzard Lizzard, the Wilard Zizzard, the indomitable scourge of weed sniffing heathens and in doing so, order some pizza, because you are going to need it.
