Pond once joked that their entire discography was just a fast-tracked version of the overly mythologised and cliched rock’n’roll narrative. Their breakout third album (2010’s Frond) was followed by an earthy return to roots (Beard, Wives, Denim) before the middle-aged, bombastic excess of Hobo Rocket.

With The Weather, Pond have finally transcended their mortal form and ascended into the heathens – they have turned into the hair metal band from Hot Rod, big synths and falsetto abound.

Jamie Terry, the one member to not release a solo album (yet – fingers crossed!) is at his busiest here. ‘Paint Me Silver’ even beckons a foray into vaporwave – I’m immediately transported to a shopping mall in Honolulu in the 1980s.

But despite this shift in arrangement, thematically Pond cover a lot of earthly concepts; ‘Edge Of The World’ parts one and two deal with white privilege, Gina Rinehart, and Perth as a final bastion of retreat on the edge of the horizon, among other things.

It’s Nick Allbrook at his guiltiest, and his writing dominates the record (just one from Jay Watson and Shiny Joe Ryan apiece this time). It’s a solid touchstone for any teenager or early-20-something who is just starting to peel back the sheen of Millennial wanderlust to find that the world, our country, its origins and its leaders –it’s all a bit fucked, really.

3.5 / 5

The Weather is out now through EMI.

This article was originally published on The Brag