ZGTC has always been a beguiling and fluid prospect. Live shows seem to be free form and largely improvised, or at least they give that impression, often dependant on what other musicians are around to collaborate with and what instrument takes the whim of the man at the heart of the operation. But sometimes it pays to tie things down and this is what we have here, though it is probably only really representative of what was in the air on the specific day that the tape was rolling. Good, music doesn’t need to have a definitive form, bands don’t need to be restricted to the idea of being hamstrung by a recording, artists should be free to explore their own potential rather than pander to those around them. That way cover bands lie….
As the bands moniker would suggest, Lydian Haiku is a collection of shifting moods, transient sounds, formless exploration and strange musical juxtapositions. It moves between definite form such as Dominant Haiku : Observing The Anecdote and meandering flows as on Fevered Possession // Measured Cadence, though both these styles are often not actually that far apart but a long way removed from any mainstream understanding of what that might mean. Also, neat titles, right?
Considering the circles that ZGTC moves in it is hardly surprising that contributions from the West Country’s most underground of the underground are found chipping in; Spunking Octochoke’s Joseph Kelly brings sone upright bass, Ravetank gives it some banjo and Tremelo Ghosts adds some suitably wonky clarinet. And it is these inclusions which seem to solidify the floating textures and out of earshot vocals that lie at the heart of the EP.
Music as art? Emotion made into song? Sonic watercolours that are as much about the background canvas as the paint that is applied to it. All this and more? Perhaps? I really don’t know. Who needs answers when you can just exist in the moment absorbing something strange, beautiful and mystifying? Above all Lydian Haiku sounds like something barely held together, something on the edge of chaos, something that captures one specific fragment in time never to be repeated. I guess that’s the point really.