If there was such a thing as fashion-rock, "The Flys" would be right there posing for centerfold layouts. With their latest disc as adventurous as the skydiver on the front cover, "Holiday Man" speaks volumes for putting aside rest and relaxation for heading full throttle into a world of undiscovered phenomena.

The members, led by the Paskowitz brothers, aren't shy about their interests in life or their ambitions when it comes to music. "Holiday Man" follows no prescribed pattern of predictability, but instead takes the listener on a musical high of mammoth proportions. The crunchy rock and groove, aided by the "Paskowitz Nebulizer" for maximum vocal distortion, can be found just about everywhere from top to bottom, but it might be wise to skip right on to "Got You Where I Want You," "Holiday Man" and "Girls Are The Cruelest" to get the full spectrum before quickly passing judgment.

The band has made a style built on the early roots rock of the 50's, waxing it up with an 80's flair, and feeding it through a micro-processor to produce an image both timeless and futuristic. Picture a dark and desolate mid-western cornfield in the middle of nowhere and all of a sudden there's this '67 Chevy kicking up dust, tires spinning, music blasting, tennis sneakers hanging over the side, and surfboards bouncing out the rear. Then all of a sudden the damn thing just skyrockets toward the stars in an indescribable display of modern science. Then what do you suppose happens? One by one, each of them takes a flying leap out of the car on their surfboard, sunglasses firmly in place, all playing air guitar. Then, suddenly landing at center court during half-time of the fifth game of an NBA Championship playoff. Well, if all of this sounds a little out of whack, buy the CD and it'll make even less sense! But it's an adventuresome experience.