It’s hard to imagine Florence Welch going bigger than she did on her surprise-hit 2009 debut Lungs, which held back little in its roiling whirlpool of keening vocals, rococo instrumentation, and outsized emotion. Yet the British singer’s follow-up, Ceremonials, manages to be even more aggressively effusive, which should cement the affections of fans who respond to Welch’s hyper-romantic aesthetic and further annoy those who dismiss her as a caterwauling Kate Bush acolyte. But credit’s due to Welch for homing in on a concept and attacking it with passion and clarity. She’s guided in this endeavor by lone producer Paul Epworth, who co-produced Lungs and develops that album’s dramatics even further here: There are no digressions or half-assed larks, just wave after wave of tribal drumming, orchestral flourishes, and layered choral vocals crescendoing toward one inevitable catharsis after another.