Seven years after her 2014 debut, the mysterious New York producer returns with a wink and a four-pack of bright, bubbly club bangers that go just as hard on headphones when alone in the bedroom. Like her peers in PC Music, there’s a good deal of nostalgia embedded in Doss’ futurism, and for scenes that haven’t always gotten their electronic-music-snob dues (such as the night-drive anthem “Puppy”, which nods to early-’00s progressive house like deadmau5 and Kaskade). From the introverted tech-house of “Look” to the wallowy shoegaze of “Strawberry”, there’s a sense of longing that ties it all together—an ache that only a solo dance-floor session can heal.