“Hotels fuse elements of new wave, goth, and surf so seamlessly that genre tags will be the last thing on your mind when you hear their bittersweet, atmospheric pop songs” - Time Out New York
Travel. Romance. Solitude. Rest…
Welcome to where hearts go broke. Walk the halls late at night; behind each door is a story. From one room, the flickering of a Bond movie marathon with the sound turned off, replaced by alternating scores from Angelo Badalamenti and Elliot Goldenthal. In another, newlyweds drift off to Cocteau Twins and Stereolab. From yet another, the sound of Air floats out on a mist of perfume, while an unexpected heat blast of M83 rushes out after it. The doors close and echoes of post-punk basslines, Swedish pop melodies, and cavernous surf guitar reverberate through the hallways. These are the sounds of Hotels. End credits for films never made. Songs for dancers with tears and smoke in their eyes. The soundtrack to star-crossed love. Enjoy your stay.