Formed fifteen years ago amid a cloud of home-made Theremins and a shared love of Krautrock, PRAM and their leader Rosie Cuckston make truly independent music full of ‘mysterious, dream-like textures’.

The Moving Frontier, their ninth album, sees them immersed in overtly odd, bloated high-art plodding. Musically it’s the equivalent of a Hovis advert: wholesome, organic and likely to leave you ballooned if overindulged upon. Their assorted styles and instrumentation are notable, such as the descending dub-strings on ‘Blind Tiger’ but on the whole ‘The Moving Frontier’ actually ends up sounding largely cold. The dire ‘Salt & Sand’ lumbers along meaninglessly; knowingly twee, all crusty hippie bongo beats amid pseudo-spiritual utterances. And when Cuckston purrs “are you afraid/of sugar and of salt?” repeatedly on ‘Salva’, It merely leaves a perplexed shrug next to their aloof couplets. PRAM then, not quite the new frontier we were expecting.