Hold on, the modern dance song gets so much better when musicians make em: when Daedalus got his wings clipped by the sun, Violet Sands could have painted that picture perfectly.

You’ll fall through an auditory realm on “Modern Ruins,” and it’ll sound like golden feathers. A lightness that never competes with the condense rhythms,–they never stomp on their own feet, instead it’s a certain kind of limitlessness complete with a sound that stays true to the feelings they inspire.

(While you likely perspire on the dance floor.)