Four-piece studio supergroup Pullman have given listeners their first full-length project in over two decades—the emergent acoustic contemplation that is III. This sudden final sforzando from a band who’ve long since earned their stripes is a pleasant surprise in isolation, and a bittersweet coda within its proper context. III takes none of its lean half-hour runtime for granted, meditating well on every mournful moment, every heart-wrenching hymn. One cannot help but wish for a performance this beautiful without tragedy in its engine. And yet, Pullman has provided a testament to love and resilience that will endure.