Melody Pool’s third album is a work of devastating emotional honesty. For proof, look no further than “My Tender Memory.” A raw and fragile song grieving the father she knew before he suffered a brain injury, it is equal parts relatable and heartbreaking, her voice disappearing into a whisper as she sings, “I miss talking to my Dad/I miss him talking to me/Talking like he used to/In my tender memory.” Pool’s first album in nine years—during which she momentarily abandoned music—is uniformly moving and open-hearted, whether she’s daydreaming about a return to music but unable to see the path (“Fantasy Girl”), or writing of the ravages of loneliness in “Of Loving” (“The aching will end you/The aching will send you/Beyond the point of no return”). Spiritual inheritance is a recurring theme (“Our Eternal Garden“, “Ancient Lines”) on an album of intimate, ’60s-inspired folk that occasionally opens up to incorporate strings (“Ancient Lines”), psychedelic guitar breaks (“Will Not Let You Down”), and soothing choral vocals (“This World”). The anchor, though, is Pool’s voice, a soothing and calming instrument that offers warmth and hope, even when plumbing the depths of despair (“I have nothing but numbness now,” she sings in “This World”).