Spottiswoode & His Enemies have played in New York City over so many years that the natives likely overlook their presence and would be shocked to hear how far the group has come. Their cult has grown in accordance with their ability to channel the same mystic romance-death spiral that’s inspired everyone from Leonard Cohen and Serge Gainsbourg to Nick Cave, Tindersticks, and The National. The title track to their 2014 album English Dream might be confused for many of the aforementioned if heard in passing. Spottiswoode & His Enemies' mix of piano, organ, and crooning baritone is in sync with the alternative music scene’s preferences in the ‘10s. A decade back, Spottiswoode seemed like a cross between Bruce Springsteen and Meatloaf. But growth in both influences and in audience taste pushed the group to make their finest album to date. Here, the English bandleader with the New York band recorded his memories of his homeland in a Brooklyn studio. That distance lends a genuine ache to “Till My Dying Day,” “I Didn’t Know I Was So Sad," and “Melancholy Boy.”