"The fourth album from the French Canadian producer explores the claustrophobic interior life of the club in frighteningly, sometimes comically deadpan detail ... It would be simplistic to say this album is just a critique of dancefloor culture, there's more here. She's also critiquing herself, and in the moonlit glow of her gear, sequencers and all, despair transforms into possibility: "J'existe vraiment," (I really exist), she whispers".