Released Sep 2015

Uncanny Valley hypnosis at 115bpm, channelling maxed-out energy into sleek, forward-thinking voltage.

Peak-time pressure with a melancholic streak; this is the sound of 3 a.m. lights cutting through dry ice.

I keep this 128-BPM hybrid of deep house and techno in my back pocket for when the after-hours floor needs warmth without losing its grip.

I hear Dubspeeka drape the original in pitch-black dub, forging a 122 BPM hypnosis ritual that stalks the floor with predatory patience.

A bittersweet 120-BPM glide through Bb minor that earns its Ninja Tune stripes by making melancholy move.

A sleek, full-throttle melodic weapon that channels Diynamic’s shadowy after-hours pulse into pure kinetic tension.

I keep this 125bpm cut locked for 4 AM: melodic, smoke-ringed minimal techno that grips the floor without ever raising its voice.

A sleek 125bpm vocal house weapon that channels peak-time energy through refined restraint, dodging pop clichés with real feeling.

A lean, metallic 128 BPM groove that slams like a sealed door and refuses the room any mercy.

Abrasive electro hypnosis that locks the floor into Hauff’s unrelenting 128-BPM grid.

A bruising 120 BPM march through 10A voltage, raw and hypnotic enough to turn any basement into a pressure cooker.

Searing, hypnotic machine funk that drags the dancefloor through a soldering-iron storm.

A 133-BPM surge of C-minor hardware grit that channels Hauff’s signature voltage straight into the boards.

Lethargic tension stretched tight across a 140 BPM wire; Hauff proves atmosphere can outrun velocity.

I’d drop this feral, corroded cut to drag any room into Hauff’s unrelenting slipstream.

I'd drop this raw, hooky synth-pop at 140bpm where indie melody and basement pressure collide, refusing to sell out the floor.

Corroded hardware textures at 102 BPM mutate ambient into a brittle, high-energy late-night hypnosis.

Frank Hellmond turns Martin Bausch's source material into a heavyweight, dub-inflected slow burner that bruises even at 115 bpm.

Objekt sculpts the source into gleaming, high-velocity electro armour that burns with sustained cinematic pressure.