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Holopaw - Oh, Glory. Oh, Wilderness (2009)
BAND/ARTIST: Holopaw
- Title: Oh, Glory. Oh, Wilderness
- Year Of Release: 2009
- Label: Bakery Outlet
- Genre: Alt Rock, Indie Rock
- Quality: Flac (tracks, .cue, log)
- Total Time: 41:38
- Total Size: 245 Mb
- WebSite: Album Preview
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Tracklist:
01. The Art Teacher And The Little Stallion (3:50)
02. The Lazy Matador (5:04)
03. P-A-L-O-M-I-N-E (3:28)
04. Little Stallion With A Glass Jaw (3:33)
05. The Last Transmission (Honeybee) (4:32)
06. Oh, Glory (3:22)
07. Boys On Motorbikes (3:46)
08. The Cherry Glow (5:06)
09. Black Lacquered Shame (5:02)
10. The Conductor And The Hobbyist (Avalanche) (3:55)
Line-up:
John Orth (Vocals)
Jeff Hays (Guitars, Pedal Steel, Keyboards, Vocals)
Jeff McMullen (Bass)
Matt Radick (Guitars, Keyboards)
Patrick Quinney (Guitars)
Ryan Quinney (Drums)
Tobi Echevarria (Bass Guitar)
Ryan Gensemer (Keyboards)
Michael Johnson (Drums, Guitars, Vocals, Synths, Loops)
Tom Reno (Guitar)
Holopaw is an American indie band from Gainesville, Florida. The band was named after the town of Holopaw in Osceola County, Florida, although none of the members of the band have ever lived there. One of its members, John Orth, collaborated with Modest Mouse frontman Isaac Brock and others in 2002 to release the album Sharpen Your Teeth under the band name Ugly Casanova. Another member, Michael Johnson (Ape School), went on to join Kurt Heasley's Lilys.
Holopaw's third album marks a turning point for the Florida-based band, encompassing a label change, a drastic personnel shift, and a significant stylistic evolution. After two albums for Sub Pop, they've switched to an imprint closer to home, settling at the Sunshine State's Bakery Outlet Records. Only singer John Orth and guitarist Jeff Hays remain from the lineup that recorded 2005's Quit +/or Fight, and they've built up a new Holopaw around them, expanding their sound in the process. Earlier, they occupied a position not unlike that of Lambchop, which is to say that they were repeatedly and mistakenly labeled as alt-country for bearing the faintest outward trappings of the genre -- i.e., use of pedal steel. But with Oh, Glory. Oh, Wilderness., the Lambchop comparison extends one step further, in that both bands definitively transcended such nearsighted categorizations by embracing a fuller, more orchestral, and even more idiosyncratic approach. For Holopaw, a lot of that has to do with the contributions of new cellist Christa Molinaro and multi-instrumentalist Matt Radick, as well as the guests who sit in on horns and additional strings -- they lay out elegant, artfully arranged pillows of sound for Orth and Hays' ambitious compositions, ensuring that no one will ever call Holopaw "alt-country" again. As always, Orth's high, tremulous warble remains something of a love-it-or-hate-it proposition, but hey, that hasn't stopped legions of admirers from falling all over the similarly situated likes of, say, the Dirty Projectors. And while Orth's lyrics sometimes tend toward the elliptical, his songs are never less than gracefully crafted, and his passionate delivery leaves little doubt that there's a fervent desire to connect behind every single one of them.
Holopaw's third album marks a turning point for the Florida-based band, encompassing a label change, a drastic personnel shift, and a significant stylistic evolution. After two albums for Sub Pop, they've switched to an imprint closer to home, settling at the Sunshine State's Bakery Outlet Records. Only singer John Orth and guitarist Jeff Hays remain from the lineup that recorded 2005's Quit +/or Fight, and they've built up a new Holopaw around them, expanding their sound in the process. Earlier, they occupied a position not unlike that of Lambchop, which is to say that they were repeatedly and mistakenly labeled as alt-country for bearing the faintest outward trappings of the genre -- i.e., use of pedal steel. But with Oh, Glory. Oh, Wilderness., the Lambchop comparison extends one step further, in that both bands definitively transcended such nearsighted categorizations by embracing a fuller, more orchestral, and even more idiosyncratic approach. For Holopaw, a lot of that has to do with the contributions of new cellist Christa Molinaro and multi-instrumentalist Matt Radick, as well as the guests who sit in on horns and additional strings -- they lay out elegant, artfully arranged pillows of sound for Orth and Hays' ambitious compositions, ensuring that no one will ever call Holopaw "alt-country" again. As always, Orth's high, tremulous warble remains something of a love-it-or-hate-it proposition, but hey, that hasn't stopped legions of admirers from falling all over the similarly situated likes of, say, the Dirty Projectors. And while Orth's lyrics sometimes tend toward the elliptical, his songs are never less than gracefully crafted, and his passionate delivery leaves little doubt that there's a fervent desire to connect behind every single one of them.
Alternative | Indie | FLAC / APE
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