Melbourne’s King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard would make a great support act, maybe nestled into a half-hour set.

In fact, for that exact period of their headline spot on Tuesday the seven-piece – double drummers included – romped through the kind of fractal garage that churns and repeats itself with mischievous, relentless glee.

But their dark take on the genre soon shifted into the boring, and came out the other side as infuriating when the performance’s longed-for close lurched ever towards midnight.

By then, the band’s inventiveness had paled in comparison to their peers such as Thee Oh Sees and White Fence. You were left with just a sea of hair, albeit with added jazz flute on top of a quagmire of wannabe drone.

And while singles Hot Wax and Cellophane were punchy and neat in their brevity, there should only ever be room for one 25-minute song in a setlist - never three.

With their foot off the gas, the band quickly became - much like their ‘look at me’ name - very tiresome, and desperately needed someone to tell them to stop, as the audience thinned out somewhat embarrassingly.