Released Oct 2019

A 120-BPM Mood Hut bullet that channels peak-time hypnosis through 8B luminosity and unrelenting late-night energy.

I’d drop this at 140 BPM and watch the room buckle under its low-end architecture.

Skeletal Ilian Tape breaks that out-punch most techno without breaking a sweat or reaching for the cheese.

A pressurised 140 descent where Ilian Tape's hallmark weight meets dubby hypnosis, built for the deepest floors.

I hear intricate breaks colliding with sub-pressure at 136bpm, a forward-thinking Ilian Tape cut built for peak-time rewires.

A submerged ambient drift that trades the club for total stillness, perfect for the bleary hours when even sixty-two bpm feels like a pulse.

A polished 125-bpm deep house roller that trades risk for refinement, locking the floor without ever truly leaving its comfort zone.

A 133-bpm after-hours cut that channels Hinge Finger pedigree into lean, shadowy texture for thinning dance floors.

Leftfield house at 113 BPM that twists standard grooves into something far more slippery and seductive.

Raw modular synths fracture across a 140bpm grid, forging peak-time tension that feels more like controlled collapse than ambient drift.

Hypnotic breakbeat rolls at 136, wrapped in Floating Points’ plush organic textures—pure after-hours hypnosis.

A submerged 66-BPM drift in 2A that trades velocity for vertigo, mapping the club’s quietest corners with forensic precision.

A 125bpm centrifuge of UK pressure that twists Hinge Finger’s low-end theology into something close to rapture.

A 57 bpm whisper of electronics and strings that sanctifies the after-hours hush.

Deceptively fast but emotionally frozen, its broken beats offer skeletal structure without surrendering to the dancefloor.

A molasses-slow meditation in the key of 9B that unspools like smoke; too narcotic for the peak, but perfect for the lights-up comedown.

Live instrumentation and club architecture collide at 133 BPM, forging a sweat-drenched hybrid that breathes in all the right places.

Frahm turns the room into a confessional, finding devastating intimacy at a crawl.

I’d slot this into a set at 150bpm: brittle, low-energy UK breaks in A minor that trade torque for textural hypnosis.

I keep this 120-bpm cut locked for after-hours floors where ten-out-of-ten melancholy moves bodies.

Two Shell strip the club to its nervous system and rebuild it with E♭ minor precision.

Two Shell tighten Livity Sound’s focus into a 128bpm missile of metallic bass pressure and syncopated negative space.

Relentless 128-BPM pressure welded to a hook so bright it could cut glass—pure peak-time Livity Sound ammunition.

I’d call this Livity Sound’s most feral 128-bpm deconstruction yet: club logic that detonates the floor without apology.