Released Mar 2007

Craig reshapes the source into a spiralling, key-locked hypnosis where melodic weight and rhythmic gravity feel absolutely inevitable.

A 120 BPM surge of pure current that rewires the floor without ever overloading the circuit.

A 125bpm furnace of melodic tension that turns the floor into a pressure cooker of feeling.

At 120 BPM, this is the skeletal, shadow-drenched weapon I pull when the floor needs soul.

A widescreen, 125-bpm declaration that melodic house can still ache without losing dancefloor traction.

I’d reach for this at four in the morning: sleek, nocturnal minimalism that offers hypnotic weight but never quite stamps its own identity.