Unapologetic gushings of a musical nature. On the records that have shaped my tastes, are currently rocking my world, and will take pride of place in my collection for years to come. Live reviews, profiles and features. Psych, soul, funk, punk, alt-rock, soft-rock and a whole lot more besides.
Cheap Thrills meets Where's Wally? when you pull out the inner sleeve of Pond's sixth album Man It Feels Like Space Again. To the Perth band's credit, the music found within is just as colourful: mind-bending, three-minute pop nuggets of the kind MGMT and The Flaming Lips have seemingly forgotten how to write next to longer, more exploratory pieces. Some of the latter style of tracks don't work quite as well, for me, but "Elvis' Flaming Star" is a fine example of the former.
Man It Feels Like Space Again producer Kevin Parker locked himself away and obsessed over every last finger snap when creating Tame Impala's cerebral Currents LP. Pond's brand of neo-psychedelia, while often detailed, deals in spontaneity and fun ("All I wanna do is get drunk and listen to Dennis Wilson" goes "Sitting On Our Crane"; that's them in a bar on the back cover, drinking and watching the game) and is all the more enjoyable for it.
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