Leon Vynehall likes to work his thoughts out on tape. The British dance producer’s decade-plus career has anchored itself around densely conceptual releases that are as much a peek into the artist’s headspace — supplemented with novellas, short films, and essay-length creative statements — as they are advancements in his room-filling house music. Even the stripped-down, banger-first mentality of 2021’s Rare, Forever expressed self-conscious concern over the album’s lack of window dressing: Halfway through “Dumbo,” Vynehall paused to ask a question — “Dya know what I mean?” — as though worried that the music wasn’t speaking for itself. With his newest release, In Daytona Yellow, Vynehall turns fully inward, baring a raw, neurotic, and…