Like MacArthur to the Phillipines, I have returned.

Before Mary Timony kicked off her solo career with more songs about medieval creatures of the night, and before Ash Bowie disappeared into the ether never to be heard from again, there was Helium, a Boston band that managed to ride a little alternative-rock wave of its own in the mid-90s. It was the same indie boom that saw bands like Sebadoh and Imperial Teen gain the spotlight for a split second before falling back into the murky waters from which they came.

Helium’s progression is relatively easy to track, from the lazy fuzzed-out rock of Pirate Prude and The Dirt Of Luck towards a cleaner, more refined and intricate sound on The Magic City. And while Helium’s final album had many strengths equalling the highlights of their earlier work, including “Aging Astronauts” and “Lady Of The Fire,” there was nothing quite like “Lucy,” “Honeycomb” or this song, from their first EP and second release (the first being a long since out-of-print single for “The American Jean”).