We are in the age of the Petrodragonic Apocalypse. Our world is choked with smoke. We tug our collars in the sweltering heat, daily threatened by new extremes. We have damned ourselves it seems. King Gizzard’s world of flames, witchcraft, and oil takes us within the smoldering wreckage and bizarre fanaticism that may come to be. Astute listeners not only imagine this weirdly possible future, but they hear an alarm blaring. For us, that siren means it’s not too late.