The enigmatic Swedish band’s eponymous new album (their sixth) isn’t so much a change in genre, since they’ve always blurred genres, but rather, another chapter in their singular career. They refuse to kow-tow to prevailing trends. They’re often in masks, and taciturn in interviews. You won’t find autotune or super-producers here. The listener remains reassured by the signature sound: fuzzy, stoner rock, jazz flutes and locked grooves, but no further forward in unravelling who they really are. It’s a fun trip though, while it lasts.

The chanted incantations of ‘Goatbrain’ are what they do best, neo-psychedelic rock teetering on the brink of transcendence and/or lunacy, depending upon your perspective. Meanwhile, ‘The All Is One’ is slightly more subdued, and ‘Zombie’ is beat heavy, as close to a banger as they’re willing to go. Even the opener, ‘One More Death’, has a polyrhythmic build-up sitting somewhere between Sun Ra and Jimi Hendrix.

They’re a mass of contradictions all right – heavy, but hooky; intense but loaded with melodic earworms. Even though the emphasis on pagan festival-era iconography looms large as always, they seem focused on sound as much as style. They’ve got the chops to back it up, and it never feels like a pastiche or industry in-joke.

This album will not win any new fans or push them into the mainstream, then, but that’s scarcely the objective. They exist in their own eccentric, experimental little niche, and that’s more than enough.