The chart · Sun, 04 Oct 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 610 ranked · today's chart
The charts are in a four-four stranglehold, with house swallowing thirteen of the top twenty and Butch and Santos atop the pile. James Hype is the story, doubling up at eleven and twelve like he owns the room. I am with the groove-heavy majority, but ADRIANNA's hardstyle cut at number two feels like peak-time noise crowding out the floor-filling chemistry the rest of this list actually
The chart that day
A peak-time missile built on a 125 BPM chassis that demands hands-up compliance and never lets the floor exhale.
A screaming 146 BPM hardstyle juggernaut where the vocal hook does all the heavy lifting against T78’s merciless peak-time framework.
A polished 130 BPM crossover weapon where a monster vocal hook meets peak-time house pressure.
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
A vocal hook sharp enough to cut glass, flung across a 125bpm melodic house chassis with relentless, room-filling energy.
A breezy, high-energy vocal house cut that beams with 130 BPM optimism and zero pretension.
Relentless 128-bpm house with a vocal hook that digs in deep—tension dialled to nine and polished for the main room.
A gleaming 125 BPM main-stage missile that trades shadow for sheer, unrelenting crowd euphoria.
A maximalist vocal house missile built for peak-time abandon, where the hook grips the room and refuses to let go.
A relentless 128 BPM charge through 10A tension, marrying CircoLoco pedigree with a warehouse-sized hook that demands peak-time surrender.
A main-stage missile dressed in deep-house silk, cruising at 130 with enough energy to torch the floor.
A widescreen vocal rides 10B progressive trance at 130 BPM, trading underground cred for main-stage uplift and peak-time populism.
I'd call this a stripped-back, vocal-led juggernaut that proves how lethal minimalism can feel at full tilt.
I’d reach for this glossy 125 BPM progressive roller when the floor needs sun-drenched melody without surrendering its bite.
Solid, high-energy Toolroom tackle that drives the floor hard even if it lacks a truly memorable hook.
Unrelenting peak-time artillery built for mainstage sweat and strobe-lit abandon.
A 130 BPM main-stage missile in key 10B that trades restraint for full-throated euphoria, precision-built to unite a festival horizon.
Searing 133 BPM tech-trance pressure with a commanding vocal hook; a peak-time weapon that bites harder than your average daytime filler.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
A 133bpm Drumcode overhaul that weaponises the original anthem into a mainstage juggernaut.
A 136 BPM peak-time bomb where a massive vocal hook hijacks the room.
A 130 BPM A-minor juggernaut where a razor-wire vocal hook rides a thundering electro-house groove built for peak-time surrender.
A propulsive 133-BPM speed-garage weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor velocity.
Anthemic progressive house that wields its 125 BPM muscle with surprising elegance, built for peak-time ascension.
A brisk 133 BPM bridge between rolling house utility and peak-time trance tension, built for accessible club momentum.
A peak-time, crowd-pleasing remix that threads a familiar riff through high-pressure tech trance mechanics.
A 122 BPM minor-key surge that channels peak-time voltage into warm, soulful deep house mechanics.
A sleek, Ibiza-primed weapon that trades dark-room tension for sun-drenched groove without sacrificing punch.
Organic percussion and a proper earworm hook turn this 120 BPM cut into peak-time gold.
I still reach for this 125-BPM masterclass whenever I need a deep-house groove that turns the room into one breathing organism.
Ninja Tune progressive house at full tilt—polished, propulsive, and just weird enough to keep the heads interested.
Stadium-sized progressive warmth at 120 BPM, stitching minor-key longing to a high-energy groove made for sunlit floors.
Relentless 133 BPM pressure in B minor that main-stages hard yet aches for a human voice to break the seal.
A wiry 125 BPM fever dream where deadpan vocals ride a bassline that refuses to quit, built for peak-time sweat and sideways smirks.
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.
I’d slam this 125-bpm Rother remodel straight into peak-time rotation and watch the room buckle.
At 122 bpm in 4A, this is the sound of 4 a.m. gratitude: melodic, weightless, and impossibly bittersweet.
Rides a 130 BPM wave of speed-garage nostalgia with enough horsepower to fill a daytime floor without rewriting the rave playbook.
Up The Stuss reliability: a 130-bpm groove chassis that runs warm but never quite finds its melodic destination.
A peak-time melodic hammer that trades subtlety for sheer lift, built for big rooms and bigger emotions.
Sarah De Warren’s vocal soars over a 130 BPM chassis, turning peak-time aggression into something almost anthemic without sacrificing floor weight.
A relentless 128 BPM electro charge that turns the club into a pressure cooker of raw, hooky voltage.
A sleek 128-bpm deep house cut that slots neatly between peak-time weapons without losing the room’s momentum.
Searing 128 BPM tension funnelled through deep, hypnotic corridors; a peak-time weapon from a trusted imprint.
Raw Klasse Wrecks electro stripped to sparking wires and sent hurtling at a hundred-and-thirty.
A muscular 122 BPM progressive driver that sacrifices melody for momentum, leaving the floor energised but emotionally underfed.
A vocal-led 130 bpm juggernaut I would drop to bridge deep grooves and peak-time pandemonium without sacrificing precision.
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.
I’d slot this sun-drenched vocal hook at 122 BPM straight into a sunset set, bridging polished mainstage uplift with poolside melodic ease.
Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.
Credible late-night progressive house with a taut 122 BPM groove, though its safety keeps it from true transcendence.
I’d happily ride this 120 BPM surge, yet its missing vocal hook keeps it in my toolbox, not the anthem pile.
A festival-sized payload delivered at 143 BPM with the subtlety of a siren, engineered for hands-up hysteria under strobes.
Polished breaks at 128 BPM carry SOARR’s vocals skyward, though the architecture feels comfortably familiar rather than fearless.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
I’d deploy this 133-bpm juggernaut at peak time: raw voltage channelled into unrelenting, late-night hypnosis.
A hypnotic 115-BPM slow-burner that trades velocity for high-voltage texture and after-hours shadow.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
Electro soul machined to absolute peak voltage; a 130-BPM masterclass that still turns every room into a pressure chamber.
At 125 BPM in F major, this vocal-led cut delivers glossy accessibility but rarely surprises beneath its polished surface sheen.
A featured vocal rides 120 BPM organic percussion, bridging daytime accessibility with credible club energy and human warmth.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
Percussive drive and progressive framework collide at 122 BPM, making a fierce bridge between vocal records.
A glossy, full-throttle vocal house weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer dancefloor immediacy.
A 140-BPM mainstage missile where a searing vocal cuts through 4A darkness, built for peak-time daylight surrender.
A rolling 128 BPM groove that channels peak-time Ibiza heat through A minor tension, purpose-built for sun-drenched floors and big systems.
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.
Sun-drenched Defected mechanics built for the main-stage lawn, all polished 130 BPM momentum and hands-in-the-air composure.
Raw veteran voltage: stripped 128-BPM machinery that weaponises the floor without mercy.
Mainstream electro house with a festival-sized hook and enough 11A drive to command a midday floor.
I'd drop this relentless 128 BPM vocal house missile when the room needs peak-time sweat and instant sing-alongs.
Vocal house at festival scale that somehow keeps its dignity, marrying big-room thrust to a surprisingly refined pulse.
High-gloss progressive house built for sunlit terraces, marrying organic warmth to relentless 125 BPM forward motion.