Holiday Shores - Phones Don't Feud

Favorite lyrics: And my words, they fly through the closet door,
and they slip in bed, right next to you

This song is perfect for a somber adventure; like skating down a dark street, under tourist lights, with a bottle of soda pop in your hands. The singer slips between slow vocal waterfalls and quiet melodic shouts; it makes messy noise, but is comforting in a beachy, empty-ocean way. And there's something in the way the music moves back and forth that goes with the regret-based lyrics, like a mix of past and future.

Glitter Pox rating: 63% contagious

Hope you catch it,
The Glitter Pox