The debut record by this Gainesville quintet should be required listening for those who can't admit that alt-country is cool. Holopaw make aching, complex electro-country that fuses glitch tracks, eerie synths, tape loops and radio feedback with good ol' mandolin, pedal steel and acoustic gee-tar. Factor in vocalist Brian Deck's shivering warble (think Mark Linkous from Sparklehorse, but with a greater grasp of melody) and it makes for a potent moonshine brew. The fragmented narratives buried in the oblique lyrics of tunes like Teacup Woozy and Pony Apprehension only add to the American techno-gothic charm. If Jeff Tweedy hadn't been jonesin' to get the twang monkey off his back, this is what Yankee Hotel Foxtrot woulda been.