Though it's in keeping with the jammy, appealingly tossed-off feel of their debut, 's second album, , isn't quite as, well, loose as was. Actually, in its own mellow, affable way, it manages to be pretty accomplished while keeping the freewheeling, creative spark that made , , and 's collaboration fun the first time around. A mix of rambling instrumentals and songs that border on the poppy side of these artists' work, has a laid-back, late-'60s/early-'70s feel to it, particularly on the two -sung songs that open the album. boasts Southern-fried guitars and a lot of cowbell, while gets its whistled hook from its ambling groove from 's and its barbed lyrics and easygoing veneer from curmudgeons like and . Later on, 's move from brittle acoustic strumming to electric power chords feels like a highbrow take on classic . 's songs, meanwhile, run the gamut from the bittersweetly subversive soft to a bright, sharp rocker in the mold of , to a sardonic, satirical take on the Ten Commandments that sounds like it could appear on a version of Schoolhouse Rocks for adults. Though a few moments on feel a little off-kilter and don't work entirely ( the wandering, eight-and-a-half-minutes-long ), these tracks make sure that isn't too neatly groomed. It's more of a proper album than itself was, but having fun making music together still sounds like the main priority on , which, once again, also makes it a lot of fun for fans. ~ Heather Phares