True to its title, Friko ’s second album unfurls like the long-awaited arrival of spring. From the cynical chill of its opener, Something Worth Waiting For baby-steps its way through the unpredictable in-between days of post-hibernation (“Wasn’t it winter three months ago now?” singer Niko Kapetan wonders on one track) toward longer, warmer days. On “Seven Degrees,” he’s “waiting for a summer breeze to throw us in each other’s arms again,” his fragile voice cowering in the face of the record’s densest wall of sound and most fizzly guitar solo. When he gets to the final chorus, he’s yelping and groaning like a wounded animal. Being at the mercy of Something Worth Waiting For ’s colossal instrumentation only highlights the strikingness of Kapetan’s trembling tenor.…