Groovalicious bedroom chillwave-prog? As foreign and jumbled as that sounds, it’s accurate for Chicago-based songwriter Colin Caulfield who performs under the moniker Young Man. His latest offering, Vol. 1, is actually the second in a planned trilogy of conceptual works, and it sure sounds like it. Music doesn’t get this deep and expansive yet also fragilely gorgeous without some serious attention to detail. Caulfield’s got it.

Leadoff track “Heading” rides a wave of head-nodding rhythm before flowing into “Thoughts,” a beachy rumination that melts into intimate folk and back again. Nearly nine minutes in, Vol. 1 smuggles in a burgeoning satchel of sonic craftsmanship coupled with introspection: “I’ve been thinking; I’ve been thinking too much,” he recites, and you believe him, though you realize he was probably fretting about how the guitar should sound above all else. With a drive to impress and the melodic skill to pull it off, Young Man is artisan indie pop at its finest.

As a vocalist, Caulfield’s not booming or bold but soft and deliberate, choosing his cadence carefully. A Fleet Foxes-type slow build propels the pleasant “Do” to its rousing CSNY-harkening payoff — all made possible by the endearing lilt of Caulfield’s boyish voice. “Fate” recalls the dreamy pop of another callow-throated indie outfit: Wild Nothing, though the noisy pinnacle owes a bit to late-‘90s Death Cab and their penchant for making a wreck on stage. Album finale “Directions” retreads the satisfying ground of preceding tunes, but at seven-and-a-half minutes, each ebb and flow keeps the current in an agreeable motion.

For a songwriter like Caulfield, static melody is a nightmare. Luckily, this talented Young Man knows all the escape routes out of bland arrangements and instead creates a hazy musicbox of sweet, balanced compositions. Vol. 1 is a great exploration of euphonious sound and all the components that make it sound so good.

(Frenchkiss Records, 111 East 14th St. Suite 229, New York, NY 10003)