Golly, can it be? Something's emerged from Texas that doesn't suck, that actually deserves a high approval rating?

Indeed, that day has come. Texan dream-pop quintet Eisley finally released their first full-length album, Room Noises, and it, my dears, is worth the wait.

Eisley popped onto the rock radar two years ago when Chris Martin recruited the precocious teens to tour with Coldplay.

At that point, the ethereal, radio-ready band had been together for something like five years and had released two spectacularly haunting EPs, which were equal parts Sixpence None the Richer and Radiohead-lite (so, um, Travis?) with a splash of Kate Bush.

So how is it that Eisley's so very young (the oldest member is 23, the youngest 16), but they've been together since 1997? Easy. Four of them are related. That's right -- Eisley's made up of the three DuPree sisters (guitarist Chauntelle, singer/guitarist Sherri, singer/keyboardist Stacy), their brother (drummer Weston) and their longtime next-door neighbor (bassist Jon Wilson).

These kids have got that hip vintage look and that hip trippy sound. They sing about fireflies, and bats with butterfly wings, and wearing bits of moon in their hair. Their sparkling harmonies ring crystal clear. Their songs swim with subdued snaps and claps, and whimsical strings. Ahh.

Room Noises features some older Eisley numbers amidst the newer recordings: ode-to-the-bullied "Telescope Eyes" and album standout "Marvelous Things," for example, hail from previous EPs.

It's not like these are included merely as filler, though -- these tracks plead to be heard by larger audiences, especially that eerie, murky, fantastical "Marvelous Things," which I listened to on repeat for days upon end back in '03.

The thing about Eisley is that they do muted lyricism as well as they do dulcet buoyancy. "Just Like We Do" is sparsely lilting and "I Wasn't Prepared" could lull a rabid puppy into tranquility; but then there's the jolly, alt-countryish "Golly Sandra" and "Trolley Wood," which is cute and mischievous, especially in that sweet, elfish soprano.

These days, bands like Eisley are a rarity. Back in the '90s, Eisley would have fit right in with the Belly, Throwing Muses and Cranberries crowd. But now? There's a real dearth of vulnerable, delicate, female-fronted groups that craft music this enchanting.

I'm guessing Room Noises might be the release to make Eisley the next big thing ... But then again, the last time I predicted the next big thing, it was Avril-wanna-be Fefe Dobson, and who the heck knows where she is now. No matter. If Eisley doesn't explode into pop consciousness, though, something's seriously wrong with the corporate rock machine.

The only explanation I can offer if this luminous Texas pop ensemble doesn't make it to TRL: hanging chads?