Last year, I did a very brave thing, the music journalism equivalent of saying that Princess Diana was still alive and running a chip shop in Bognor. I announced the return of shoegazing in a national newspaper. This long-dead, much-pilloried eyelash-fluttering genre of indie was back, I frothed, and it was time to embrace spectral sounds, soft vocals and long-fringed types staring at their delay pedals again. And you know what? I'm very glad I did.

Kyte are my favourite new bunch of shoegazers, five Leicester-born boys in their early twenties who were too young to remember bands like Ride first-hand. (Granny Rogers will tell them about the early '90s if they pass over my knitting and ear trumpet.) They're touring this month with the lexically-challenged but lovely iLiKETRAiNS, and making music that sounds like the heavenly approximation of a a thousand butterfly kisses. Try the lovely Boundaries for size (below). And if you like it, go misty-eyed for more on their MySpace.