Like many post-collegiate twenty-somethings before him, the North Carolina-born Justin Morris discovered New York City was uninhabitable shortly after moving there. He worked at a cafe, explaining the basics of camping to his bewildered colleagues. He tried recording music on the bottom floors of a near-abandoned brownstone. He grew gaunt. And one day, he found himself zip-tied on a couch in his Bushwick sublet, watching as his belongings marched out in the hands of intruders. Morris recalls the harrowing robbery midway through Companion , his third and best album as the frontman for the Durham-based Sluice , with the same wry bemusement with which he recounts a failed fishing trip where “nothing bites.” “I got tied up, spooning a stranger,” he sings on “Torpor," shit-eating grin audible.…