Back Again by Native Lizard Lyrics
"Planet B"
— Colten Dom —
"There is no planet B"
Do you remember when nosotros covered King Gizzard and the Lizard Magician's environmental ode Line-fishing for Fishies (2019) — the whole album, forepart-to-dorsum? And exercise yous recollect how you thought something along the lines of "Wow, that was interesting, weird, and kinda absurd? I shall now let this memory and this ring retreat into the shadows of my encephalon, never to be thought of or heard from again"?
Well, return to the sitting position, comrade! The release of Fishing for Fishies was shortly followed by an even more blunt, to-the-point, harsh, and articulated futurity-vision of the environs: Rex Gizz's (most-instant) follow-up anthology, Infest the Rat'southward Nest (2019) — the first unmarried of which is the appropriately titled " Planet B ." And uh, wow: it's something.
I promise you similar thrash metal — a subgenre living in the multidimensional metal-scape Venn diagram of centre-pounding percussion, repetitive yet subtle guitar riffs, hardcore punk, and blackness metal — because, on the heels of Fishies poppy boogie-woogie blues, King Gizzard makes a hard left into the nihilistic abyss. Fifty-fifty if Fishing for Fishies' positivity and good vibes hide simply in the instrumentals with mournful lyrics taking point on environmental criticism, "Planet B" drops the pretense entirely, taking Male monarch Gizz's palpable rage to the side by side level.
Take a look at the lyrics and tell me I'g overreacting. With an opener like "Get into it, petrol siphon / Low on meals, browning fields / Bury children," and a chorus like "Urbanization / Scarification / Population exodus / In that location is no Planet B / Open your eyes and see," you tin can tell that here, now, on their fifteenth studio anthology, the Gizz gang isn't fucking effectually.
The guitar over the bridge physically hurts, more similar a metallic compactor than a strumming instrument, a plumbing equipment properties for frontman Stu Mackenzie's growl, a sort of apocalyptic word-association game as he screams "Patient seasons / Blacked out for ages… Snowflakes blanket / One-time deserts… Globe is a bare verse / Terminal hearse / Dry nurse".
And if y'all think the lyrical line-by-line is a niggling dire, a little shocking, just look until you lot see the music video. Alert: blood, gunfire, barking Australians, and metal.
New album Infest The Rats' Nest out 16 August 2019 Directed / DOP by John Angus Stewart - http://www.johnangusstewart.com/ Produced by Max Coles Colour grading by Bella walker Zagan / adult female performed by Katherine Grinlaw
What'due south left to shout virtually this thrasher ballsy? The music isn't for anybody (pretty much past pattern). But the lyrics are undeniable; "Planet B" wears its heart on its sleeve. This is a critical indictment of the status quo, a vision of hell from the bottom-up. Brown fields, dead kids, rusty tractors, desertification — all laid out in brusk, crashing lines similar bullets fed into the verbal burglarize that is Mackenzie'southward larynx.
It'southward tempting to say that Rex Gizzard is jumping the gun, a criticism I often make for climate fiction novels and stories. Merely look at the lyrics once more. At that place'southward nothing sci-fi virtually them — war, death, famine, and a dying World are inappreciably foreign concepts.
Perhaps what'southward then truly horrifying about "Planet B" then, is just how firmly rooted it is in the here and now.
On our patented climate music calibration, The New Twenties rates Male monarch Gizzard and the Cadger Wizard'south " Planet B " a:
Seismic sea wave Siren
"y'all're starting to realise there might not be fourth dimension to go to dry land"
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Source: https://thenewtwenties.ca/articles/planetb
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