Kurt Vile's most introspective LP is the sound of a guitar hero plumbing existential doubt without wanting to wake the kids. His folk roots, defined by his signature finger-style picking, are plainer than ever: He zones out on banjo ("I'm an Outlaw") and resonator guitar ("All in a Daze Work"), woos his beloved with nods to Dylan and Simon and Garfunkel ("Stand Inside"), and plays West African blues against lap-steel moans ("Wheelhouse"). Lyrically, he's a seeker, but he could stand to get out more — "My whole world turnin' on the couch," he testifies at one point. But even when Vile's buggin', that couch remains a beautifully chill place to hang.