Holiday Shores isn’t just the name of a street in Florida. It’s also the name of a band. A band whose leader grew up on that street. A band who takes timeless formulas for building songs, drenches them in reverb, and gives them an inward-looking feel. A band so good, so powerful, that they managed to turn “Columbus” into a verb.
Ok, I’ll admit, anyone can turn a noun into a verb these days. But still, Holiday Shores is good. Their first full-length album, Columbus’d the Whim is rooted in classic songwriting, wrapped in a thin coat of shoegaze, and finished with a touch of post-modern irony.
It takes a minute or so to get going, but once it does the album’s opener is a good mix of subtle, subdued verses and more outspoken choruses.
At its heart this song is something you’d hear on an oldies station, only with more reverb. That’s not a slight either. The band seems to recognize that classic songs are classic for a reason. So they take old formulas and apply their style to it. And it works.
“Phones Don’t Fued”
“Edge of Our Lives”