Ozzie psychsmiths Pond, who borrow two (previously three, before Nick Allbrook's departure) members of kinsmen Tame Impala, are unleashing their fifth studio LP, dubbed Hobo Rocket, early August. There seems to be no halting the creative flow when you look at the Perth quintet's release schedule - they've already announced the release of a sixth album (since 2009), entitled Man, It Feels Like Space Again. The band have garnered fame through loose line-ups and ever-changing genres. They've sauntered through an array of styles, including funk, psychedelia and space-rock; generally, though there's a lot of variety, they seem quite comfortable emulating the chic 70s sounds. Though Pond may share members with Tame Impala, they're a very different band. Pond are an anti-Tame Impala - a wildly fun flipside to Tame Impala's 'serious band' vibe.

Hobo Rocket opens with 'Whatever Happened To The Million Head Collide'. To begin with, synth waves roll in like a tropical tide - rapidly however, there's a funk bassline begging copious shoulder jives; there's a vague similarity to 'Are You Gonna Be My Girl?' by Jet. Most of the track is clogged with abrasive guitar chords and yowly howls, but there are also plenty of frequent rhythm changes, tone shifts and timbre alterations. It's disjointed to say the least. 'Chaotic' might be more appropriate. 'Xan Man' has a real classic-rock vibe being nurtured - think Boston or Yes or Kansas. It couldn't be more 70s if it tried, a sentiment they share with Foxygen. 'Odarma' is weird tropical surf-pop; part Lilo & Stitch OST, part Wavves. It's chillaxed, more so than much of the LP, and there's more of the psych-rock of their early records on offer

Pond make a racket. A big messy racket. There are so many Cthulu-y tentacles poking and prodding awkwardly that it's difficult to follow what they're trying to be. There are moments of bucolic lo-fi acoustica, but before you know it, you're roughly manhandled and subsequently thrown into a bungled glammy cock-rock cut smothered in glitter and spandex and curly pre-mullets. It's almost like they don't know what they're trying to do anymore, or, conversely, they know exactly how exactly how obtuse/alienating they're being and don't give a monkeys and this is just a big lesson in self-indulgent pretentiousness. Either way, it's not a great outcome.

Lead single 'Giant Tortoise' seems inspired by the big epic numbers of Bollywood (though crossbred with Pearl Jam). Perhaps it's our 21st Century 'Spirit In The Sky'? There's a lot of fuzzy rock chords and spacey acid-tinged synth noodly-woodly-ness. It's controlled mayhem, ignited by hallucinogens and restrained by the confines of the modern day, which ensure it's listenable as a track, and not something so thick with effects that you could bathe in it. 'Alone A Flame a Flower' is tonnes darker than most of Hobo Rocket. There are mutant sci-fi synths calling into the intergalactic straits and vocals swallowed by reverb; enormous heavy metal guitars and half-time percussion conjure hellish visions.

If you're a fan of 70s or classic rock, this'll probably be right up your street. They've wonderfully updated the decade's hit genres for a modern audience, providing zesty noises and sprawling paeans to lethargy. It seems like a very niche bunch that will truly appreciate this, aside from Pond themselves. It's not the most accessible record ever released, not even by Pond's standards. Much of it is like an unfinished dot-to-dot puzzle. It's sporadic in its charm and cluttered with noise and experimental portions of drug-imbued nostalgic rock. There's often a lot going on at once, too much to focus on, and if there ever is respite, it's quickly whipped away from you in lieu of some other cacophonic wall of noise. Some people will like that, but plenty more won't.