The wild variety of influences on this album should make it sound like a car crash, but King Gizz have created an album that really puts this band in a league of their own.
KG is no mere retread of the earlier album, Stu Mackenzie's custom-built electric bağlama leading him in unexpected directions.
They're breaking no new personal ground, then, but ... their enthusiasm and wayward energy carry them.
There is little to be surprised by on K.G, but perhaps its recognizability is a testament to the band's certainty of who they are, what they are here to do, and their intention to not stop any time soon.
Listening to them tread a little bit of water is still better than listening to the fresh ideas of 99.9% of other bands, especially when it's done with the energy and passion the band exhibits here.
There are some great songs here, but they don't feel like they’re breaking new ground – a big deal for a band who have relentlessly pushed things forward.
Strip away the adornments of genre and the graphic kookiness and this band will supply a cave full of treasures. You just need to know which words will open it.
K.G. sounds like a slightly weaker reiteration of King Gizz's previous forays into microtonality.