These days mean nothing to me.



The following is from, Quick, Before It Melts.

These days mean nothing to me.


There’s something immediately familiar about Montreal’s The High Dials. When you first listen to their new album, Moon Country, you’d be forgiven for mistaking the album as a long lost 60s psychedelic pop treasure. The High Dials do retro without any irony; they’ve tapped into a groove and energy that is honest and driven by solid playing and songwriting. That’s not to say that there are no modern embellishments to their songs. ‘Invisible Choirs’ has a shoegazey drone to it that would have fit nicely onto an early Ride album, while ‘Oisin, My Bastard Brother’ sounds like the hybrid offspring of Sloan and Okkervil River.

Moon Country is out now through MapleMusic, where you can pick up a signed copy of the band if you’re quick. Check out their Myspace page for tour dates across the U.S. this month, too.

MP3: The High Dials ‘Invisible Choirs’
Video: The High Dials ‘The Holy Ground’
Myspace: The High Dials

This was from Quick, Before It Melts..


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