(ASBURY PARK, NJ) -- Jersey Shore based Latewaves has released "Enough is Enough" from the band's upcoming album, Hell To Pay. According to the record label, the song was inspired by Owen Wilson’s line in The Darjeeling Limited; “Let’s go get a drink and smoke a cigarette.” It's about the experience of seeing a loved one in a downward spiral but knowing that you, yourself are in no position to be offering advice or telling someone how to fix themselves. They add that's it's a downright banger.
The band says that the song is “is essentially an acceptance of the fact that nobody has any idea what they’re doing, but at least we have each other. You see a friend in a downward spiral that you’ve been in yourself, and all you want to do is help them, but you have no idea how. The music matches the somber tone in the most energetic way possible as the song starts at full speed and ends in an explosion and crash landing.”
Latewaves was born on a warm New Jersey morning in 2016. Waking up on the beach after a long night, Shawna Grabowski (drums) and Mike Pellegrino (guitars/vox) decided to finally take action on their pact to start a band. After accosting longtime friend Howie Cohen (bass/vox), and a few EP’s and tours later, the band decided to put everything they had into creating their first full length, Hell to Pay, with the help of Brett Romnes (producer of Free Throw, Heart Attack Man, Hot Mulligan, Seaway) and Vinnie Caruana (The Movielife, I Am the Avalanche).
Latewaves sounds like what slamming a PBR and screaming at the top of your lungs feels like; cathartic yet suspiciously fun. Full of rage and attitude, Latewaves aren’t afraid to dive deep into topics like depression and anxiety because they know that everyone skims rock bottom from time to time.
Full of explosive, guitar driven riffs and satirical, self reflective lyrics, Hell to Pay offers a unique authenticity for listeners to connect with. It’s the candle you find in the junk drawer after your power gets shut off because you couldn’t afford the bill last month. It’s the backpack beer your friend offers you when you get to the show after a terrible day at work. It’s a good book you nuzzle into trying to forget the world. It’s a fun night and the rough morning that precedes it. It’s honest, articulate, and full of passion. It’s Hell to Pay.