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Pond are one of the most versatile, inquisitive, and accomplished

bands of the psychedelic rock vanguard.

The last four Pond albums have been showcases of tidiness and

brevity, 10 ideas always tucked into 40 minutes or so. But 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?