The Gainesville, Fla.-based Holopaw first rose to prominence with the help of Modest Mouse frontman Isaac Brock, and it was easy to see why. The band's self-titled debut remains a captivating space-folk gem steeped in a similarly willful lyrical abstraction. Fast-forward almost seven years to Oh, Glory. Oh, Wilderness. Holopaw now boasts a retooled lineup, a more streamlined sound and a more focused lyrical approach. Singer John Orth has always dealt in detailed specifics, but here they actually tell concrete stories: of the boyhood crush on an art teacher, of troubled love found and vanished. Musically, the band is looser yet more confident-sounding – a true rock group now more than ever with all electric instruments, horns and romping rhythms. It's nothing groundbreaking to be sure, but Holopaw has quietly become such a well-oiled machine that it's hard not to appreciate Oh, Glory for what it is. 4 out of 5 stars.