These Brown-educated folkies with a love for old-time Americana fill their second album with harmonium, banjo and more references to Ohio, Montana and the Mayflower than a seventh-grade U.S. history class. Oh My God drags during the sparser songs, and the too-cute "Charlie Darwin" suffers from lyrics like "The lords of war just profit from decay." But pretty ones like "Cage the Songbird" are comfort-food folk, and uptempo tracks like the raucous, Pogues-y singalong "The Horizon Is a Beltway" are even better.