An bleak portrait of a relationship in its death throes, the song is undercut by a deeper melancholy that speaks to the generational malaise. Building in momentum, the song’s anthemic chorus crescendos over a wave of uplifting bass lines and shimmering guitars. As the hopeful chorus subsides, we’re left with the steady rhythmic repetitions the song began with. Repetitions that reminds of the daily grind of going to work, repetitions supported by Wignall's deadpan statements, delivered as fact, that he can't live like this anymore.
Their EP has been a very quick process, starting 6 months ago after a residency at Adelaide’s Exeter Hotel resulted in just enough money to pay for 6 hours of recording time. Each track is a a single in its own right, but the EP as a whole is a birds eye view spectrum of what The Public Holiday can be, with no filler tracks and a scope to last for years worth of listens.
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Other tracks by The Public Holiday: Real Estate - Gecko On My Window
|Number Of People In Act||4 Piece|
|State/Territory Artist Is Based In||SA|
|City/Town/Region Artist Is Based In||Adelaide|
|Taken From The Release Titled||The Paradise Interchange EP|
|Copyright Holder's Name||The Public Holiday|
|Media Servicing Date||2020-01-10|
|Contains explicit lyrics or themes that may offend some listeners||No|
|Artist Official Web Site||https://www.instagram.com/the_public_holiday/?hl=en|
|Artist Social Network Page||https://www.facebook.com/PublicHolidayMusic/|
|Online Store Page 1|
|Content Provider||Amrap Unsigned|