The chart · Sat, 26 Sep 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 565 ranked · today's chart
The charts are drowning in House, yet Ink and Mesto have seized the summit with the caustic Techno of "Freak", while Cloonee clocks up two entries in the top twenty. Mau P's bassline bruiser "Just A Little Bit More" sits at three, but I reckon it deserves to rank higher than all that polite mid-table four-to-the-floor filler. At least the crowd got the top slot right.
The chart that day
A maximalist vocal house missile built for peak-time abandon, where the hook grips the room and refuses to let go.
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
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.
Unrelenting peak-time artillery built for mainstage sweat and strobe-lit abandon.
Stadium-sized progressive warmth at 120 BPM, stitching minor-key longing to a high-energy groove made for sunlit floors.
A sleek, Ibiza-primed weapon that trades dark-room tension for sun-drenched groove without sacrificing punch.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
Relentless melodic thrust engineered for peak-time floors where nuance goes to die.
Key 2A tension meets a UK garage gallop at 136 BPM, built to convert the uninitiated.
A muscular 128 BPM house roller that does exactly what it says on the tin: moves bodies.
A polished 133 BPM mainstage missile that trades underground grit for sky-high serotonin, built for peak-time sun and outstretched hands.
I’d slam this 125 BPM bruiser at peak time; ten-out-of-ten energy meets deep minimal discipline to turn the floor into a gleaming sweatbox.
A propulsive 133-BPM speed-garage weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor velocity.
I'd drop this 130 BPM main-stage missile when the tent needs hands-in-the-air abandon, though its 11A chassis feels factory-fresh rather than future-shocked.
Wu-Tang's grit meets peak-time steel at 130bpm, a collision of legacy and laser-focused club weight that demands the main room.
Jaquet reroutes a familiar ghost through Afro-house percussion and peak-time prog pressure, locking the floor at 122.
A major-label vocal thumper that trades subtlety for sheer dancefloor utility; the hook lands, but expect déjà vu.
Accessible tech trance with a funked-up backbone, built for daytime primetime and mainstage momentum.
A 130 BPM vocal grenade polished for peak-time abandon; unsubtle, undeniable, and ruthlessly effective.
Anthemic melodic house that turns 125 BPM efficiency into a widescreen, peak-time rush.
I’d air this at 122bpm where its Kompakt melodies hover, all minor-key atmosphere and tasteful, driven restraint.
Nine-out-of-ten melodic prog finery built for daylight floors where emotion and momentum collide.
Rides a 130 BPM wave of speed-garage nostalgia with enough horsepower to fill a daytime floor without rewriting the rave playbook.
Sarah De Warren’s vocal soars over a 130 BPM chassis, turning peak-time aggression into something almost anthemic without sacrificing floor weight.
I keep this 130bpm pressure-cooker handy for slipping between peak-time bombs without losing the floor.
A 125-bpm freight train of polished pop-house that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor saturation.
A polished 133bpm crossover cut that trades underground grit for daytime gloss, but the vocal hooks still land with precision.
A sugar-rush vocal chopped over skittering 130bpm speed-garage drums that practically demands a daytime crowd.
Big-room pop-house with a vocal hook sticky enough to turn first-timers into 125 BPM converts.
Relentless 122 BPM deep house pressure built for the floor, but the absence of a vocal keeps it firmly insider territory.
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 chunky, rolling 128-bpm house cut built for peak-time floors and effortless crowd connection.
A 133 BPM peak-time assault where shredded vocals collide with industrial grit, built for floors that prefer their trance with teeth.
A glowing, high-octane progressive cut that threads warmth through peak-time tension, built perfectly for bridging the anthemic gaps.
A 128 BPM instrumental juggernaut I can ride from deep hypnosis into peak-time abandon.
Ibiza-ready melodic tech-house with a sleek 125 BPM stride and enough daytime energy to move a terrace without breaking a sweat.
That vocal hook sinks into a driving 128-BPM groove, turning any tent into a daytime communion.
A relentless 130-BPM peak-time weapon where a razor-sharp vocal rides a ten-out-of-ten energy surge.
Tribal percussion and a searching vocal collide at 128 BPM, channelling relentless energy into credible daytime territory.
High-gloss progressive house built for sunlit terraces, marrying organic warmth to relentless 125 BPM forward motion.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
I reach for this 130 BPM A-flat minor roller whenever the floor needs a melodic breather without losing peak-time momentum.
Vocal house at festival scale that somehow keeps its dignity, marrying big-room thrust to a surprisingly refined pulse.
Bedford’s vocal still soars, yet the 146 BPM pulse now breathes through ambient fog, trading club euphoria for patient, after-hours reverie.
Breaks-driven melodrama at house velocity, polished enough for daylight but fierce enough to command a floor.
Vocal hooks and a merciless 130 BPM throb turn the room into a single, breathless sing-along.
A soaring vocal rides a relentless 133 BPM groove, turning heartbreak into peak-time fuel without losing its daytime charm.
Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
A slow-motion pressure cooker from Kindisch that weaponises 107 BPM into something far heavier than the tempo implies.
A relentless 130 BPM electro jolt with enough voltage to power a room, though it leaves you hungry for a vocal to latch onto.
A 125 BPM main-stage missile that weaponises 5B tension into pure peak-time release.
Organic downtempo that murmurs rather than ignites, best served when the floor is thinning and the lights come up.
I’d call this a serotonin-soaked vocal roller: sleek D-minor tech house at 125 that makes accessibility feel like a feature.
Widescreen after-hours prog that swaps peak-time bombast for hooky, atmospheric tension at a relentless 125bpm.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
A lysergic 130bpm electro juggernaut that melts the floor without sacrificing its leftfield edge.
A narcotic half-speed exhale that turns the floor into a shoulder-rolling haze, too slow to peak but perfect for golden-hour comedowns.
A glossy, peak-time vocal cut that trades subtlety for sheer immediacy, precision-tooled for daytime headline slots where accessible hooks reign.
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 glossy, high-voltage house cut that turns its indie-dance hook into pure midday terrace fuel.
Tough, sample-driven A-minor groove at 133bpm that bridges peak-time bombs without diluting the floor’s focus.
I’d call this a ruthlessly efficient 133 BPM crossover weapon that bridges tech-trance precision and mainstage hookiness without losing floor bite.
A slow, seething late-night burner that trades standard urgency for a deeper, organic hypnosis.
A lean, sinewy fusion of electro pressure and garage swing that hits the floor with intent.
A bruising 120-BPM tool that trades vocals for pure, peak-time floor momentum and dusky tension.
I keep returning to this 130 BPM chassis where Cari Golden's vocal turns accessible house into a hands-in-the-air sermon bigger than the booth.
I'd drop this recognisable vocal over its 128 BPM electro house chassis, turning familiarity into dancefloor currency.
Heavy low-end pressure at 115 BPM meets smoked-glass vocals in a deep house cut built for the after-hours haze.
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.