Three years ago, Luke Temple was a banjo-playing bedroom folkie. Then he morphed into an Afropop-influenced bedroom folkie who dabbled in sound collage. Now, on his second album as Here We Go Magic and first with a full band, he plays like he’s been dreaming with Brian Eno’s art-rock records under his pillow. While Temple’s hermaphroditic alto endures the costume changes, the songs often don’t, and the couple of undeniably great tracks — like the rigid, kinetic “Collector” — get lost in the parade of influences.
