Forged in 2008 and rising from the ashes of bands and drum kits past, Hølas assembles in underground bunkers far below the backyard greenery and tar-steaming asphalt of Northwest Indiana, but they’re of the people! Salt of the earth? Hølas is sea salt of the earth.
Hølas play instruments. In fact, the boys have no problem playing Casiotone keyboards purchased at garage sales for one dollar. They savor the flavor of the basement show. They’ll quickly conceptualize ambitious plans to record a triple LP in one night—packaged in gatefold sleeves made of 100% post-consumer copies of Moby-Dick paperbacks—and abandon those plans just as quickly.
Guitars and drums. Thunder and lightning. Vocal cords and power cords and power chords. Electromagnetic rock’n’roll. Staunch believers in the happy accident. Ghosts in machines and unlicensed nuclear accelerators. Champions of the science experiment gone wonderfully wrong. Hølas will mow your lawn and save everyone you know from this sinking, fiery battleship known as the present.