We Are Augustines forged their band on the broken rubble of the excellent Brooklyn outfit Pela. Sonic cousins to mid-career National records, Pela's instrumentation drew a broad swath through the American indie rock tradition, their melodies finding dilated heartbreaks in second movements. But, the band didn't make it out of recording their second album and their late night shows in the backs of bars they used to do for friends on Smith St. We Are Augustines are a resilient second attempt to make this work. Sounding very much like their precursor, "Chapel Song" and "Book of James" traffic in the same vague religiosity of the Saint from which Augustines' picked their name. Men of confession, of former sin, of documentable salvation, they move forward. And this is the hard part, now, the trick even, to make again and anew out of thin air the almost of that previous thing. They are certain to do it.