This 26-year-old British singer-producer broke through in 2013 with a pair of EPs that were so sleepy and diaphanous they seemed like apparitions. That was part of the appeal for many fans, but her debut LP is far more substantial. Twigs’ deconstructed shards of U.K. grime and garage land heavier, while elegiac vocals soften the songs without blunting their edge. “Kicks” and “Numbers” play intricately sculpted details against trunk-thumping beats – and the friction makes sense for these songs about sexuality and separation. “When I trust you, we can do it with the lights on,” Twigs sings on “Lights On.” It’s an apt line for an album where emotion meets physicality. Bolder, for her, is better.