Ever get that feeling of intense irritation and creeping unease when you discover a really jawdroppingly amazing album and band from a few years back and then realize that nobody else in the known and civilized universe (including yourself) has ever heard of them? yep - me too - and if you happen to chance across a copy of Goya Dress's majestically outer-spacey one and only album Rooms from way back in 1996, then you might feel the same as me. Primarily the brainchild of a classically trained Shetlander named Astrid Williamson, Rooms is only a little over half an hour in length but manages to achieve more in that space of time than most other British indie bands of the nineties could manage in a many-albumed career. Goya Dress were signed to the Nude label, most notable for being the initial home of Suede, as well as those other great lost indie stargazers of the 90's, Geneva and Ultrasound. And if you're looking for touchstones regarding Goya Dress's aesthetic, then think of those three bands, plus any number of wild influences - Astrid's flighty yet often ragged vocals and epic, ethereal prog-pop dreamscapes alternately recall the work of Throwing Muses, Kate Bush, Eddi Reader, The Blue Nile and All About Eve, although Astrid's vision is uniquely and defiantly her own - although John Cale's production lends proceedings a hushed air of icy intimacy. Janglesome opener Sweet Dreams For You and the almost punky Crush are joyous but misleading - there's the heartstopping piano-led title track, the insidious melodrama of Scorch, the Floydian meanderings of Picture This, Greatest's Secret's barely restrained gossamer anguish... while closer The Maritime Waltz carries you off on an air of pastoral splendour. Despite a short string of ep and single releases, after this one album Goya Dress were no more - Williamson going on to a sporadic solo career and her compatriots joining Cinerama - but if you want a fraction more joy, anger, resignation and teary-eyed strangeness in your life, then entering these Rooms is for you.