Released Nov 2019

Emotional sound design wrapped around broken rhythm; a nuanced, underground weapon for the leftfield floor.

Taut, hook-laced leftfield house that honours the 125 BPM grid without sacrificing personality or floor momentum.

Sleek 122-BPM after-hours techno that rides the Central Line home with Gen-Z melancholia and Shall Not Fade pedigree.

Leftfield freestyle at 128 BPM that smothers high energy in a humid, after-hours fog—tasteful but never polite.

TERR channels maximum club voltage through a melodic frame that actually feels something.

A slow-burning 120 BPM graveyard shift that trades speed for sheer emotive weight, perfect for the after-hours dissolve.

I play this maxed-out 118 BPM cut when the night calls for deep-house atmosphere and identity.

Charcoal-grey synth-pop locked to a rigid 120-BPM grid, humming with late-night voltage and poised, cinematic tension.

A humid, dub-drenched deep house meditation that unfolds like smoke through a basement at three in the morning.

Chopped breakbeat swagger at 120 BPM with enough leftfield wit to own the floor without taking itself seriously.

Bruising 122-bpm deep house wrapped in organic humidity, built for peak-time floors that can handle emotion.

A hypnotic 128 BPM march through smoke and strobe, locking the floor with disciplined, organic heat.

A dubby, 130 BPM missile that hooks deep without resorting to tired tropes, built for sweat-drenched floors.

Slow, dubby and pinned at ten, it turns 113 bpm into a bruised, after-hours pressure cooker.

A masterclass in melodic minimalism that balances Kompakt warmth with a relentless, hooky momentum.

Metallic tension welded to a 130 BPM grid; this is forward-thinking club music with a ruthless, efficient pulse.

I'd slot this 113 BPM, 3B cathedral of cascading melody straight into the late-night pocket: high-voltage velvet, locked and luminous.

Degraded dub techno dragged through tar, hypnotic and impossibly heavy on the floor.

A 120 BPM labyrinth of crystalline texture that proves deep house can think as hard as it moves.

Smith channels Detroit deep-house soul into a 125 BPM peak-time cruiser that bleeds melody without sacrificing heft.

Taut, hook-laden leftfield techno that knows exactly when to pull back, ideal for the after-hours pivot.

A 125bpm roller in 3A that channels PIV’s signature warmth into high-voltage, floor-focused hypnosis.

Rosalia’s vocal gets fed through Gesaffelstein’s industrial grinder, emerging as a sleek, 122-bpm war machine built for peak-time pressure.

A sleek, 140bpm predator that stalks the floor with melodic precision and cruel, forward-thinking restraint.