Sarah Goldfarb's flying circus certainly isn't a mothy old stage. A light-fueled, premium-steeled ride sounds more like it, tearing past bleepy bass drops and aesthetically grinded synth cascades. It's one heck of a groove that Sarah is driving there, refining every singular sound particle until it swings right, pushing the envelope in every direction thinkable. Bounces featherlike, always, but never loses shape. Eternal hotness.