It feels less like a happy ending than a steadfast commitment to finding new territory. That’s not to say that TAGABOW have abandoned the sounds that first made them connect; the guitars on instrumental “chrises head” adopt the band’s synth interlude skins for old time’s sake, and “baeside k” evokes the classic scuzz of 2019’s destiny XL. But for the most part, Lotto gambles on TAGABOW’s ability to craft songs more compelling in their simplicity and vulnerability than their technical capabilities. By trading in their plastic sheen for a more ragged sense of real-life urgency, TAGABOW expose the tenderness at their music’s core: a refusal to anesthetize, an avowal to meet the bone where it breaks.