The Acid singer’s solo project is a captivating wash of soul, folk and electronica. With his pained falsetto and music that knits gently-picked acoustics into spare, electronic surges, Ry Cuming is well armed to document love and isolation. Dawn doesn’t just evoke emotions, though. Its visceral currents and swells, reflect the way those feelings move: the breathtaking drag of heartbreak (“Beacon”); how yearning can rise from a nagging itch to a consuming ache (“Lean”). “Berlin” doesn’t even need a chorus to draw you in–its hymnal longing seeps into the bones like an autumn chill.