The second album from Martha’s Vineyard–based wunderkind troubadour Willy Mason continues his development as one of his generation’s most exciting songwriters. (His debut, Where the Humans Eat—recorded when he was just 19—is mature beyond its years.) Here, Rosanne Cash and his mom add harmonies, and his local friends bring cello and other natural sweeteners. But while the additional ingredients spice things up considerably, Mason’s likable dustbowl drawl is what centers the endeavor. He sings somewhere between Bob Dylan, Jonathan Richman, and Beck, with a lazy and breezy indifference that’s at odds with his emotionally restless lyrical concerns. “Gotta Keep Walking” uses the leisurely pace of mid-tempo Ron Sexsmith to cloak its shuffling concerns. “The World That I Wanted” and “We Can Be Strong” sway with bright arrangements that offer optimism where fate attempts to trap the young bard. The horns that punctuate and the strings that saw through “Simple Town” reflect an underlying ambition that hints at Mason’s growing complexity as a writer and observer of life and music.