The Brooklyn dance duo conjures, mutates, dismantles, and reconstitutes their festival-ready grooves like a looser, rangier Daft Punk; Mike Stroud's guitar melodies flirt and battle in knotty swirls atop Evan Mast's thrumming beats. Their fifth album sprawls playfully and generously across jaunty, talkboxed ditties ("Abrasive"); twitching, menacing epics ("Nightclub Amnesia"); and compressed blasts of noise-corroded elevator melody ("Primetime").