Laurel Halo changes course for the third time in as many years. Gone are the naked vocals of 2012's Quarantine and the lush psychedelic synths of 2011's Hour Logic. They're replaced by a newfound focus on rhythm: churning, rippling machine beats that flick through eerie synthetic soundscapes like a Surrealist's knitting needles. Halo's shift from laptops to hardware in her live performances occasioned the new musical direction, which makes sense. Heady and physical in equal measure, the album treats rhythm as a living thing.