POND

Sun-dripped psych with a sleazy grip on 70's rock 'n' roll that comes bowling out of Perth like a drop-top Cadillac swerving wildly through the desert - let's just say that it's a lot of fun.

On 'Stung!', they gleefully, madly, and wilfully lean into double-LP largesse, tapping the spirit of 'Tusk' and 'Sign ‘O’ the Times' by funnelling 14 songs into the most unfettered and splendid hour of their recording career. 'Stung!' delivers some of Pond’s most glorious rock songs ever and also some of their least rock moments, all psychedelic drapery or funk vim. In that epic, as in 'Stung!' at large, Allbrook speaks to our collective modern paradox of being disappointed in or even disconsolate over a world that we know more about than any prior generation but also being in awe of it and (sometimes) each other, too. There are so many reasons to cry and so many reasons to marvel. Can’t they all, Pond suggests with 'Stung!', be reasons to sing?