We're in the middle of a deluge of late-afternoon music: song after song drenched in reverb and echo, inching along at plodding, hot sun tempos, compositions stalked by not-quite-there vocals. It's a universal feeling if geography is any indication. In Northern California, the duo Brightblack Morning Light make music fit for drowning in; in Baltimore, Beach House ply their own hazy trade; and in Chicago, Califone murmur and strum. Benoît Pioulard, the nom de guerre of Michigan multi-instrumentalist Thomas Meluch, might belong here too: he has the same insular hum, the same repetitive song craft, the same lazy pace. But , at heart, is a striver record: one that can't leave you alone.