"People want my power, and they want my station" she crows in album-opener "Go!," straddling thundering drums and stut-stut-stuttering synth stabs. For the rest of the record, she makes the case that her power is only hers to wield. A track like "Disparate Youth" is classic Santi in this sense, tossing aside "roadblocks in our way," daring the listener to follow her as she proves to herself that the naysayers are wrong. Flitting percussion, light-as-air symphonic synths, and torrents of jittery guitar accompany White's growl as she champions "a life worth fighting for." Her trick, performed so seamlessly as to appear natural rather than the machinations of a showbiz pro, is to pivot herself as the underdog in her own story and allow the rest of us to bask in her triumph as if it were our own. In the pantheon of pop music, there really is no grander accomplishment.

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