Add another noun-as-verb, difficult to Google, but nonetheless remarkable selection to your library – Soars. You’ll be glad you did.

Mystically floating in from the fertile crescent of Pennsylvania’s Lehigh Valley, Soars’ silky and slow burning self-titled album offers an ethereal half hour of aerodynamic, cathartic sounds.  Dramatic, elegant dream pop sure to fire neurons in the Slowdive/Bark Psychosis/Talk Talk part of the brain, Soars’ eight tracks congeal into a meditative yet engaging and accessible mood exploration. As such, there are no standout tracks; Soars crafted the rare album that resonates as a single piece. None of those crappy sythns or compressed beats that seem to be creeping into psychedelia these days – just beautifully sculpted guitar sounds, whispered vocals, and compelling melodicism. Simple instrumentation, profound result.

Calling Soars shoegaze is a bit unfair, as such majestic and far-traveled music self-propels above commercial air traffic space. Earthgaze might be a better reference. Get the album now via La Societe Expeditionnaire, then go like the shit out of them on FaCeBoO!k. Save Soars until the season’s first real chilly evening for the more revealing experiential effect.

For fans of:  A Sunny Day in Glasgow, Pale Saints, Slowdive

MP3 :::
Soars – Throw Yourself Apart