Holy Fiction has six members, and not a single one of them doesn’t have prior experience in a meaningful rock band. The members hail from past and current bands Ethan Durelle, Hemyah, Winter Wallace, Pilot Drift, and A Pacific Model. With all that experience, there is no reason why this shouldn’t be an outstanding release. And Hours From It, despite being a debut, often delivers on that expectation of excellence.
Holy Fiction’s sound would be easy to pin down if there were less members. If only the guitars and strings were around, it would be a folk band for sure. If drums and bass constituted the sound, it would be a rock band. The synthesizers and auxiliary instruments turn the sound in a soupy dream-pop direction. The high, clear vocals sound like they belong in a pensive indie-rock band. Holy Fiction is all of those ideas thrown into eight tightly constructed songs. Forgive me if it’s a bit challenging to describe the release.
Despite all the players and sounds, the vocals cut through the mix as the torchbearer. Some songs feature the bass guitar, others the acoustic guitar, but the vocals, provided by Evan Lecker, stay true throughout. Their clear, high tone gives a direction to the rest of the music, as the songwriting either accentuates (“Song Ten”) or contrasts (“Iron Eyes”) with Lecker’s straightforward delivery. This distinct tension or lack thereof is the source of much of the interest that Holy Fiction creates in their dense songs.
Close readers will notice the title of “Song Ten” contrasts with the fact that there are only eight songs on Hours From It. That’s most likely because one of the stated goals of Holy Fiction was to write songs and albums without filler. I assume there were songs that got cut, but “Song Ten” made the list. I’m glad that it did, because it is one of the best songs on the album. The songs do have meaning in every beat, as no space goes wasted in the entire album. But it’s on “Song Ten” that density and complexity come together in a truly beautiful result. Songs like “More Than Ever” are solid and exciting, but the band clicks together on “Song Ten” and creates truly transcendent beauty. Following track “Two Small Bodies” does this to a lesser extent as well. The band only fires on all cylinders like that a few times, but there are so many cylinders to fire that even the relatively unremarkable “Golden City Lights” has a gravity and complexity that rewards close and invested listening.
When heard as a whole, Hours From It leaves quite an impression. The album transforms a setting, whether it be a car, room, or venue (I would guess, having not seen them live). The maturity, complexity and sheer confidence with which these eight songs were written and recorded is extremely rare. If this is what Holy Fiction can do on its first try as a band, I can’t wait to see what they can put out when they know each other a little better. Hours From It is a melodious, complex, rewarding indie-rock listen.