The sensitive, sweet-voiced young men who’re getting lumped into the current singer-songwriter revival are attracting attention in part because of the eye-of-the-hurricane qualities of their arrangements: Ryan Adams on stage with just an acoustic guitar feels like a revelation when other guys his age are stomping around with overzealous bassists and superfluous DJs behind them. On his third solo album, the New York–based Joseph Arthur creates some effective quiet-storm moments, but what’s most noteworthy here is the way he marries singer-songwriter intimacy to modern rock’s preoccupation with brooding textural depth — the majority of these songs (which were mixed by brooding textural master Tchad Blake) start out as stripped-down confessionals and end up being full-blown art-rock production numbers. When Arthur’s writing hits its mark, as on the delicately spiritual title track and the plainspoken "Dear Lord," the combination is powerful, his heavy-hearted anxiety being mirrored by the elegantly roiling electronic arrangements. When it doesn’t, as on "Let’s Embrace," in which he invites a crush to "come up to my place and then let’s embrace," he sounds like Pete Yorn with an inflated recording budget.