A reflective, mature blast of sun-kissed nostalgia from rock’s hard-living royal family—it’s a prospect that could throw off fans hooked on Kings Of Leon’s brand of sacredly profane hellraising. These members of the flock should not be too worried. Yes, with the moonshine-swigging country of “Back Down South” and smooth ‘70s axework on “Beach Side”, the Followills’ fifth record brims with an appealingly hazy sentimentality. But—as evidenced by the sinister atmospherics of “The End”—these Pentecostal boys can’t quite quit the dark side.