Probably, if my nickname had been “Memories,” no one would have noticed the difference. For me, certain full sounds encapsulate the colorless and multiform past of colors. A romanticism that gently and slowly decays, without violent shocks or swift executions. I let myself glide gently into the notes of The Stargazer Lilies that wink from a sidereal distance at Slowdive but breathe in the same room.

We are back in the early '90s, without Madchester and without nihilism; what remains is a perpetual stasis, songs that last 3 minutes but could last 30, and you wouldn't feel a difference or heaviness, circular songs that morph into kaleidoscopic natural recesses. The city is distant, and flowers grow without the fear of being crushed by tons of concrete, the warm and immense sun restores life and shatters the fog with a melancholia of times never lived.

The solos are not solos but atmospheric enrichments that make even gazing at a small bud yet to bloom epic. In the turmoil, where details slip away, it is precisely the juiciest details that transform a band that would have nothing special and an album that would have nothing to say into something unique and original.

Experimental atmospheric passages, chord progressions that might remind one of progressive rock bands from the late '60s to early '70s; these very trembling and initially alien-sounding chords are the cherry on an extremely good cake. Seriously, I don’t know which song to suggest to you; each has something positive, surpassing the previous one in a continuous march of favorable sensations.

The final note is that this band is American. Shoegaze was born as an English movement that followed the dark wave of the Cocteau Twins and the noise of the Jesus & Mary Chain (with few and exciting bands that succeeded in this sonic and cosmic mix), it's unfortunate to know that even then the English replaced Shoegaze with the Brit-Pop still in its genesis phase, while Shoegaze itself emerged in a distant and marginal manner. The new wave of world Shoegaze has only accelerated the transition to Brit-Pop by English bands (see Yuck, for example, with their sophomore: Glow & Behold), while it's nice to know that Americans are more attentive and frugal in sound search, and even the first wave of 1991 persisted up to the end of the '90s; to then return at the end of the '00s and always remain in a constant and changing situation.

Tracklist

01   We Are The Dreamers (00:00)

02   Del Rey Mar (00:00)

03   Undone (00:00)

04   How We Lost (00:00)

05   Endless Days (00:00)

06   Well Versed To Verb Doubt (00:00)

07   Light Of Day (00:00)

08   Sad Colored Tears (00:00)

09   Don't Waste My Time (00:00)

10   Because (00:00)

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