Check out this sweet, sad little lilting pop song found emenating from the dark of the fabulous but forgotten rolling hills of dream cemetary Holy Holy Hollywood that brings to mind the beautiful, creepy, brittle folk-fumblings of Woods in its mumblingly heartfelt high-pitched croon and every weird, weepy christmas song moment ever in its gorgeously understated, melancholy bells. This is an anthem for a place far from the flashing lights, a place where all that wishing comes to pass (away), somewhere secret; scary, perfect.

Holy Holy Hollywood – The New Weight