Today's crate is heavy on hypnotic, dub-inflected house and techno with a lean, driving pulse. Kerri Chandler's "Hallelujah" sits at the summit with 9.1, while Giuliano Rodrigues lands five minimal grooves and Abby's "Streets (Wraetlic Remix)" pushes a tougher, darker edge. From Solee's "Dubtale" to DJ Tennis's ambient moment, the vibe is strictly after-hours.
119 added to rotation
A dub-drenched, steam-charged descent into humid low-end hypnosis that somehow burns hotter the deeper it sinks.
Pressurised deep house that stalks at 115 bpm, dragging the floor into a mesmeric, after-hours lock.
At 120 BPM in 4A, it channels Life And Death’s leftfield pedigree into a peak-time deep house fever pitch that demands total floor surrender.
I keep returning to this warm, propulsive cut that trades bombast for genuine emotional traction at floor level.
Locked 120 BPM dub-techno that turns maximal energy into spacious, melodic club hypnosis.
I’d slam this 128-BPM juggernaut straight into peak-time; its raw, deep hypnosis refuses to let the floor go.
A relentless 128 BPM vacuum of sub-bass and stardust that sucks the entire room into its orbit.
A 125-BPM pressure cooker of melodic techno, where every frequency feels precision-engineered to detonate on a big system.
A 125-BPM cathedral of progressive melancholy that I would build a whole set around.
Pulsing dub chords and a 125 BPM engine that turns any booth into a pressure chamber of melodic tension.
A relentless, texture-rich hypnosis that drags the floor into a raw, forward-thinking 128 BPM vortex.
Danton Eeprom sculpts a 125bpm melodic pressure-cooker that feels sharper and stranger with every bar.
Relentless 125-bpm hypnosis in C major, built for sweat-drenched floors and strobe-lit abandon.
Wraetlic turns the floor into a pressure chamber where melancholy and brute force share the same breath.
Melodic deep techno at 120 BPM that weaponises nostalgia without drowning in sentiment.
A 120-bpm deep-house juggernaut keyed to 8A, converting maximum energy into brooding, leftfield claustrophobia.
A widescreen melodic surge that converts the floor into a single, heaving organism.
I would drop Kunkel’s 122-BPM, 7A remix when the floor needs Parquet’s emotional heft welded to peak-time muscle.
At 111 BPM, this leftfield curio turns experimental quirk into a high-energy after-hours séance.
I keep this in the crate for those closing moments when the room needs a cathedral of warmth.
A 105-bpm F# minor slow-burn that weaponises ambient space into relentless, forward-motion hypnosis.
Gospel-soaked keys and a relentless 125bpm stride turn the room into a sanctuary of sweat and redemption.
Maximal energy meets skeletal restraint at 128 bpm, forging a peak-time weapon that trades bombast for breathless, emotional tension.
Nordic melancholy meets four-on-the-floor warmth at a cruising 120, building rooms that ache as much as they move.