Lord Huron’s Ben Schneider hails from Michigan and lives in Los Angeles, but he seems to have been everywhere. His impressionistic, world-bent Americana plays out like a foggy map of the earth, cluttered with pins and photos to mark the various places that inform it. There are pictures of festival parades in China (“I Will Be Back One Day”, “The Man Who Lives Forever”), a portrait of Jim James near Kentucky, shots of Scandinavian winters up north, a drawing of the Lion King’s ‘Pride Rock’ somewhere in Kenya, pictures of Jamaica’s steel drums clinging to their island shapes or Josh Ritter poking out of Iowa, etc. All of these sounds come together with grace, over acoustic strums and smoky vocals. It’s all very clean, well-balanced, and to the point. It’s pleasant, not chaotic — a distant memory of a revelatory experience, and not the primal, confused excitement of the journey itself. The clean-cut nature of Lonesome Dreams is one of its greatest strengths, but also its fatal flaw.