Lots of overnight successes grapple with fame on their follow-up album, and this subject matter intensifies Kahan’s already self-effacing lyricism. Several times, he imagines others’ perspectives of him, even as he clarifies the subjects don’t actually feel this way. (He’s talked extensively about life with OCD.) As a result, a lot of the album consists of self-directed diss tracks: “Trying to run away, change your zip code/Turns out that you’re still an asshole,”goes an indicative lyric on “Dashboard.” “All Them Horses,” about the 2023 Vermont floods , contrasts celebrity life with the wreckage of his hometown: “See the rivers meet and spread like veins/Another airport lounge, another time zone change.” When it really matters, he’s unable to make it home: “I’m a sidewalk preacher with a record deal/I'm the weight of new sneakers on some dead wood.” If anything, the barbs toward an ex on “Downfall” don’t land because they don’t match the venom he reserves for himself.…