The otherworldly dreaminess of the opening cut, “Slideshow Charade,” is introduced with a ferocious blast of distorted guitar and is peppered with the same throughout. A soft vocal from Prune-o Supremo, James Lowe, over a backdrop of layered ‘ahhs’ add to its ethereal ‘far-out’-edness.

“49 Songs,” replete with authentic 60’s-style lyrical quirkiness (“We did a gig in France, We nearly lost our pants, That chick could really dance”) builds from an ominous intro before up-shifting to a hand-clapping mid section that signals the party is in high gear. The Surf-Punk sneer and Prune-ified reworking of Tom Petty's, “Makin’ Some Noise” is a lead-foot driver’s nightmare while the Psych-meets-Beach Boys-esque, “Pacific Ocean Blue” makes for prime cruising music.

The swaying, smooth groove and tongue-in-cheekiness of, “Running With Scissors” contrasts nicely against the Byrds-like, “The Rickenbacker 12 String,” which ponders the 'we-can-change-the-world' attitude of yesterday while lamenting today’s eerie repetition of history (“I remember Love-Ins, People’s Park and summer rain, holding hands and marching, chanting ‘no more war again’...so many promises, so many years ago, we just can't seem to let it go"). The Prunes have delivered a solid, forward-looking album - and keeping with the long-lost sixties tradition, there is absolutely no filler on this disc.