Around 35:30 her mix fades entirely out of a spazzy slash-and-burn-the-jungle bass track considering an identity makeover as a trap banger, and reintroduces itself with an IDM funk constellation that sounds like getaway music in an intergalactic bank heist film
Is it Techno? Is it House? Sure, if it makes it easier to understand, go ahead and call it tech-house. But the darkened and percussive neurosis of the A-side, and bubbly sunshine-funk spritz on the B-side belie such crass classification.
Jaar and quite a few other producers have done very well to balance the contemporary excitement of dance music production with the musically-debasing vision that birthed it throughout the 20th century.