Man, if only our parents had accurately conveyed to us that adult life involves a lot of not being outside when it’s nice to be outside. That’s pretty much the one thing we didn’t figure out as kids, and then we walked into a job for the first time in our teens and were like, Whoops! So much for running free all Summer. It’s a bummer, for sure, but one of those bummers that recedes into a low hum in the background of life. Just a reality of being an adult. Maybe it’s why we’re perpetually drawn to Holiday Shores, who have a sophomore album called New Masses for Squaw Peak, out September 13th on Two Syllable. The record is a lot more complex than the previous. We’d like to imagine that it came as a result of spending a lot of time sitting on a porch and doing nothing, but more than likely, each and every member of this band has to pass the time with some kind of work. The fact that they make it sound like they’re just a bunch of beach bums that spend their days with a sweaty cooler full of beer is a testament to the power of the relaxed energy that surrounds them.
Download: Holiday Shores, “Threepeat Got Old”