Last year, Rogue Wave — they of the whispering-to-soaring, Pacific Coast anthem — signed with lame-o troubadour Jack Johnson's label for their latest release, Asleep at Heaven's Gate. The result of their potentially cred-killing faux pas? A welcome shift from full to wide-screen. And while their songs now paint a more focused, precisely orchestrated picture, the band's existential and sentimental ponderings are still lined with loud, hollow drums and sepia, sun-stroked harmonies. Their California blues, meanwhile, gaze further into the distance than ever before, making it far more difficult for the listener to break the stare.