There are bits of all sorts of psychedelic influences on the High Dials' retro-esque Fields In Glass EP. Shades of the Stones' Satanic Majesty's Request coexist with the glibber gestures of the Monkees' colourful mayhem. The Dials' stabs at the ornate gestures of the Beatles fall short, but are nearly redeemed by the useful insertion of Manzarek-style Hammond. The predictable sitar accents are there, as are the vocal harmonies à la Byrds and the Beach Boys (but never so well executed). Not to say the High Dials aren't good - they are. It's just that their psychedelia never feels as thoughtful as the music that inspired it. It's all a bit lighter than you'd like. Still, I've been predicting neo-psych as the next watershed pop trend, and the High Dials' directness might make them just the poster boys to push the envelope.