A confusing album in that it will satisfy the heavy junkie in everyone whilst at the same, for those of us who have paid witness to the mind fuck, doesn’t fully represent the Pink Room bar- heavy psyche-fest that Zothique truly are live. This isn’t to say the album is not worth your time. It is. Buckets of it. I’ve witnesed the live trip that is Zothique twice, once sharing the stage with them, and both times I’ve been struck not only by the elbows of many but also by how Zothique are a seeming anomaly on the current live circuit, appearing to pull a range of obvious influences without sounding like any of them. A breath of fresh air when compared with a lot of the seemingly one-dimensional bands that we, of course, forgive and love.
Zothique’s live shows are a head on collision of Hey Colossus jamming with The Doors. Much of this is thanks to Kuroda Kenji’s keyboards bringing a slice of California acid-drenched sunshine to the grey basements of Tokyo. Vocalist, Shusuke, is a doom Bon Scott yet to lay to rest in the marlboro casket. These elements don’t really stand out on the first couple of tracks of the album so it seems Zothique are simply taking the doom car out for a spin. But as the hooks stir and we travel deeper in to the hole the keyboards appear in your head and soon you’ll be surfing a wave of heaviness in to riff-dom.