The chart · Sat, 19 Sep 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 543 ranked · today's chart
The charts are locked in a four-four stranglehold, with house records claiming sixteen of the twenty slots and Rooléh doubling up at three and sixteen as the week's standout. I am all for the groove, yet I cannot help but feel Mau P's bassline offering at four and Rossi.'s techno misery at seven deserve more company, not this endless parade of kick drums. Still, if the room wants to move, Shadu's "Loca" is a worthy number one.
The chart that day
A major-label vocal thumper that trades subtlety for sheer dancefloor utility; the hook lands, but expect déjà vu.
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
A polished 133bpm crossover cut that trades underground grit for daytime gloss, but the vocal hooks still land with precision.
A breezy, high-energy vocal house cut that beams with 130 BPM optimism and zero pretension.
A relentless 128 BPM charge through 10A tension, marrying CircoLoco pedigree with a warehouse-sized hook that demands peak-time surrender.
A 136 BPM peak-time bomb where a massive vocal hook hijacks the room.
Relentless 128-bpm house with a vocal hook that digs in deep—tension dialled to nine and polished for the main room.
Accessible tech trance with a funked-up backbone, built for daytime primetime and mainstage momentum.
A 122 BPM minor-key surge that channels peak-time voltage into warm, soulful deep house mechanics.
Wu-Tang's grit meets peak-time steel at 130bpm, a collision of legacy and laser-focused club weight that demands the main room.
That vocal hook sinks into a driving 128-BPM groove, turning any tent into a daytime communion.
A sleek, high-pressure rework that turns the floor into a piston chamber at one-twenty-five.
A chunky, rolling 128-bpm house cut built for peak-time floors and effortless crowd connection.
Rides a 130 BPM wave of speed-garage nostalgia with enough horsepower to fill a daytime floor without rewriting the rave playbook.
A glossy, high-voltage house cut that turns its indie-dance hook into pure midday terrace fuel.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
A glossy, floor-filling vocal cut that trades surprise for instant sing-along gratification.
A polished 128 BPM main-stage cruiser that trades underground grit for festival-ready gloss, delivering exactly the hands-in-the-air euphoria the room expects.
A 125-bpm freight train of polished pop-house that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor saturation.
This 130 BPM juggernaut funnels a classic vocal hook into peak-time pressure—big, accessible, and absolutely unrelenting.
I’d call this a polished, stadium-sized melodic techno weapon that trades risk for immediate, hands-in-the-air gratification.
Vocal house at festival scale that somehow keeps its dignity, marrying big-room thrust to a surprisingly refined pulse.
Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.
COEO squeezes every drop of juice from this disco-house framework, delivering a 128 BPM pressure cooker built for peak-time sweat.
I'd drop this recognisable vocal over its 128 BPM electro house chassis, turning familiarity into dancefloor currency.
A peak-time vocal house cut that weaponises emotion without sacrificing dancefloor credibility.
A 128-BPM freight train of hooky house momentum that knows exactly which buttons to press and when.
Widescreen after-hours prog that swaps peak-time bombast for hooky, atmospheric tension at a relentless 125bpm.
A polished vocal loop rides a tight 128 BPM grid, built for daytime floors that want energy without peak-time chaos.
A high-voltage, organic deep-house spell that burns slow and heavy at one-thirteen, built for the basement’s darkest hours.
A soaring vocal rides a relentless 133 BPM groove, turning heartbreak into peak-time fuel without losing its daytime charm.
I’d call this a ruthlessly efficient 133 BPM crossover weapon that bridges tech-trance precision and mainstage hookiness without losing floor bite.
Accessible organic prog at 122 BPM; a melodic, high-energy bridge for daytime sets.
Sturdy, stadium-sized melodic house that trades risk for reliable peak-time lift.
I’d drop this lean 122 bpm bridge between bigger records; it keeps the energy high without stealing focus.
A vocal-led missile cruising at 125 BPM, precision-tooled for peak-time progressive devastation.
A hooky, high-octane vocal cut that slots neatly between anthems, all 128-BPM pressure and peak-time polish.
At 120 BPM, this vocal-driven deep techno cut hits a rare sweet spot between peak-time energy and organic warmth, built for floors that crave hooks without compromise.
Sun-drenched Defected mechanics built for the main-stage lawn, all polished 130 BPM momentum and hands-in-the-air composure.
I hear a warm, worldly 111-BPM drift that hooks early and unspools across the floor like heavy afternoon light.
A 125 BPM main-stage missile that weaponises 5B tension into pure peak-time release.
A relentless 128 BPM juggernaut built for peak-time sweat, all piston-pump drums and minor-key tension.
A bruising 120-BPM tool that trades vocals for pure, peak-time floor momentum and dusky tension.
A sleek, high-utility bridge burner that slots neatly between peak-time weapons without stealing their thunder.
A reliable 133bpm bridge with enough rolling weight to keep daytime floors moving without stealing the spotlight.
Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.
Steve Bug refines Monolink’s melodics into a rolling 115bpm late-night weapon with serious low-end pull.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
A vocal bass loop locked into 130 BPM minimal pressure, purpose-built for sunlit floors and early-hour swagger.
Ibiza-ready progressive house at 122BPM in E minor: melodic, driving, and instrumentally solid without needing a vocal.
A 128 BPM roller that weaponises a vocal hook against a bassline grid, built for sun-drenched main stages where energy is non-negotiable.
I’d slam this 125-bpm Rother remodel straight into peak-time rotation and watch the room buckle.
I hear taut Afro-tinged percussion at 125 BPM riding an energy of 9 into solid peak-time utility, though transcendence stays just out of reach.
I’d deploy this 133-bpm juggernaut at peak time: raw voltage channelled into unrelenting, late-night hypnosis.
Heavy voltage deep house slowed to a hypnotic 107, built for the shadows of late-night programming.
A sleek 128-BPM roller that weaponises its vocal tease into daylight-ready ammunition for a packed floor.
I’d call this razor-wire electro-grime at 140 BPM a server room melting down in Bb minor—absolute peak-time warfare.
Long-version hypnosis from deep house royalty; a 128-BPM masterclass in sustained, soulful tension.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
Raw veteran voltage: stripped 128-BPM machinery that weaponises the floor without mercy.
A locked-in 133-BPM driver that treats the floor with respect, all muscle and no fluff.
A relentless 128 BPM electro charge that turns the club into a pressure cooker of raw, hooky voltage.
A slow, seething late-night burner that trades standard urgency for a deeper, organic hypnosis.
A sleek, Ibiza-primed weapon that trades dark-room tension for sun-drenched groove without sacrificing punch.
Relentless Detroit acid at 128 BPM, channelling Tresor’s machine pedigree into a G minor chokehold of pure peak-time pressure.
Melodic hooks spiral over a breathing 122-BPM groove, turning relentless energy into widescreen, open-air euphoria.
A lean, sinewy fusion of electro pressure and garage swing that hits the floor with intent.
Melodic heft and club muscle collide at 122 BPM for a terrace anthem that refuses to quit.
Those bells still cut through 4 AM haze with surgical precision, even if every hand in the room already knows the score.
A sun-dazed, percussion-heavy slow-burn that bridges organic warmth with after-hours momentum.
A 133 BPM vocal-house juggernaut that channels speed-garage urgency into an unapologetically accessible daytime rush.
I’d ride this 125 bpm E minor bullet deep into the morning: stripped-back Solid Grooves pressure, a vocal that demands total surrender.
A shamelessly recognisable vocal rides a 130 BPM progressive breaks chassis that knows exactly which buttons to press.
Melodic breaks at festival velocity, aching with synth lines built for midday sun and sweat.