Not Fully Medicated by Zoodrive: A Swedish Pop-Rock Gem That’s Kinda Stuck in Your Head
Let’s get one thing straight—Zoodrive’s Not Fully Medicated isn’t trying to reinvent the wheel. Released back in 2006 on Zip Records, this album is like that quirky friend who shows up uninvited but somehow steals the party. It’s raw, a little rough around the edges, and undeniably fun. Hailing from Sweden (because of course it does), Zoodrive blends pop sensibilities with rock grit, creating something that feels both nostalgic and refreshingly imperfect.
The lineup here is tight-knit: Eke handles vocals and lyrics, Linkan shreds on acoustic and electric guitars, Johan lays down basslines smoother than melted butter, and Peter pounds the drums like he’s got something to prove. Together, they’ve crafted an album that doesn’t take itself too seriously—but still packs enough punch to make you hit repeat.
Now, let’s talk tracks. With bangers like “Start My Motor” and “Sideburns & Skinflicks,” it’s hard not to feel like these guys were just messing around in a garage somewhere, fueled by coffee and bad decisions.
“Start My Motor” kicks things off with a riff so catchy, you’ll wanna grab your leather jacket and hop on a motorcycle—even if you don’t own one. The energy is infectious, like someone spiked your soda with adrenaline. Eke’s voice has this raspy charm that makes you believe every word he sings, even when he’s basically yelling about starting engines or whatever. You won’t remember all the lyrics, but you’ll definitely hum the chorus for days.
Then there’s “Sideburns & Skinflicks,” which sounds exactly like its title suggests—a wild ride through swagger and rebellion. This track sticks out because it’s got attitude for days. Linkan’s guitar work is sharp enough to cut glass, while Johan’s bassline slinks along like a cat sneaking up on a bird. It’s the kind of song that makes you want to strut down the street like you own the place, even if you’re just walking to the grocery store.
The rest of the album keeps the vibe alive with tracks like “Painladder” and “Ambulance,” though they don’t quite reach the same highs as the first two. Still, they show off the band’s knack for blending melody with crunch. By the time you hit “Soldiers,” you realize this album might not change your life, but damn if it doesn’t make the mundane parts more bearable.
Here’s the kicker: listening to Not Fully Medicated feels like finding an old mixtape at a thrift store. It’s not perfect, sure, but there’s a weird magic to it. Like, how did this thing exist without me knowing? And why do I suddenly care so much?
So yeah, give it a spin. Maybe crank it up during a road trip or while cleaning your room. Just don’t expect profound life lessons or Grammy-worthy production. What you will get is a reminder that sometimes, music doesn’t need to be polished to leave a mark. Oh, and also? Sideburns are cool again. Who knew?
