Blue Sinclair’s debut album marks change in many forms: growing older, moving to a new city, and becoming someone new along the way.

Cold clarity and waves of confusion and doubt are a notable feature of When the Disco Ball Crashed Down, as on Sanity v. Vanity, where an air of dislocation and unravelling and winding back to reality occur, over and over.

The album’s title track again mirrors that duality. Crystal-clear images and uncertain words weave around an arrangement that finds itself between early house and the mournful dance-pop of TR/ST. It also features that twin track of club-friendly sounds and emotionally exposed, shifting, lyrics that bear close attention. That repeats through the album: the rhythm of the city, our personality, and our mistakes may not repeat, but they can rhyme.

Sinclair also explores the romance of the city, and the romance to be found there, but again, as on Blue Moon, doubt and indecision play a part in refocusing the complexities of life in a new environment.

The album doesn’t shy away from sensuality on Truth or Dare, secrets leading to a R&B-infused slowburner, even as the arrangement is imbued with unspoken desire, soft echoes of Air circa Talkie Walkie disarming your defences. The album doesn’t shy away from pushing boundaries either, as The Fig Tree incorporates a dream pop air as it details therapy and escapist thoughts.

When the Disco Ball Crashed Down uses strong imagery, some of it derived from psychology, triggering memories and the senses sensitively and confidently.

Sinclair doesn’t so much dismantle his psyche as forge it to find his new self in the anxiety and noise of a rapidly changing environment