Fungi Girls know how to create psychedelic music – that’s a fact. Their previous record, Seafaring Pyramids, was a hypnagogic rollercoaster ride through outback Texas, incorporating rock’n’roll rhythms and hooks with a hazey, subdued aesthetic that rolled over to the soft, lethargic vocals of frontman Jacob Bruce.

The follow-up – Some Easy Magic – could easily be more of the same, and no one would bat an eyelid. After all, having such a refreshing angle in psych music after wave after wave of scuzzy lo-fi outfits ala Times New Viking and Thee Oh Sees is something to be proud of, and could easily lay the foundations of another record or two.

But on this LP, the boys go out of their way to turn the tables on their sound again: they’re incorporating pop music. This is a really, really good move.

Some of you may have just gasped and decided to avoid this record at all costs, but don’t do that. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a heavy pop sound they’re going for – and it’s not quite subtle either. But the tracks on this record stand out because their roots are placed firmly in Beach Boys-esque melodies and thick, Black Sabbath-like riffs.

Take the record’s first single 'Honey Face' for example – the opening guitar spouts surf vibes all over the place, yet immediately juxtaposes it’s upbeat, sunkissed rhythm with signature lethargic vocals and a hazey production value. Ultimately it’s really catchy, and there’s more where that came from.

The LP then dives straight into the titular track, which gets spazzier with it’s guitar work and revs the reverb up a little higher. It’s an interesting combination: as the guitars grow more out of control and the basslines become more obscure, Bruce’s vocals seem far, far away – almost in another world of their own – gliding on the back of his whimsical whoa’s and sighs that you’d typically find in your garage rock.

Fans of self-loathing and easy-way-out attitudes are going to love this album: the lyrics are all about bumming about and feeling sorry for yourself. 'Doldrums' is the prime example: “sitting around all day / in the Doldrums / with nothing to do” Bruce laments as the groovy hooks in the background get you ironically tapping your feet and humming along.

There are more psych-orientated tracks on the record, too – 'Hevrole' is a thumping kaleidoscopic anthem, and the album’s longest song Marv Alien is hazier and has more hiss to it than those before it (yet still manages to keep an underlying surf-like bassline).

If you’ve been into anything in the rapidly exploding garage scene in the last few years, from early Wavves to Vivian Girls to Lovvers to Smith Westerns – you’ll undoubtedly find something to love here. Fungi Girls throw all the best bits of those bands - and more - into a mix and serve you up a delicious bowl of funky psychedelic jams with a sunny surf warmth and a bit of traditional pop passion on the side.