Being a parent in this day and age means constantly being aware of the internet’s ability to direct your impressionable children towards hateful ideologies and your own powerlessness against its ever-present influence. I’ve heard more than my share of stories of others whose children started spouting white nationalist talking points weeks into following the wrong gaming channels. It’s no small comfort to know my 17-year-old son Caden was never led down such a path. Still, I’d be lying if I said his hyperfixation on prolific Australian rock band King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard didn’t have its downsides.

It all started when I kept hearing him talk about something called “Nonagon Infinity,” and frantically googled it, fearing it was some kind of Christofascist apocalypse death cult, only to

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