Released May 2021

I keep this 120 BPM house weapon locked for peak floors: a nine-out-of-ten jolt filtered through Happiness Therapy's bright side.

Raw 140bpm Detroit pressure with zero regard for subtlety; a ghetto-house missile built for peak-time damage.

I’d let these intricate breaks shatter across a 140 BPM ambient void, where that level-nine energy feels both weightless and crushing.

Ilian Tape dub-breaks at 143 BPM hit like a pressure system, fusing psy-trance momentum with breakbeat elasticity for peak-time damage.

I reach for this when the room needs velocity without violence: raw electro breaks at 143 BPM that ricochet through low ceilings.

After-hours dub hypnosis at 70 BPM: smoke-machine ambient that commands the floor without ever raising its voice.

Hypnotic, textural late-night electronics that reward obsessive headphone scrutiny and function as a secret weapon in the after-hours.

Intricate percussion collides with industrial pressure at a breathless one-forty, forging a darkroom weapon that only Skee Mask could blueprint.

Meticulous breakbeat science at 171 BPM; Ilian Tape grit with a disorientating hypnotic pull.

I’d call this juke velocity weaponised at 154 BPM, where every kick lands with the calculated heft of a true basement weapon.

A white-knuckle 140 BPM ascent that fuses techno grit with trance euphoria, built for the strobe-lit apex of the night.

A lysergic 130bpm electro juggernaut that melts the floor without sacrificing its leftfield edge.

At a relentless 128 BPM, cosmic jazz chords and house velocity collide for peak-time transcendence.

A warm, propulsive 125-BPM deep-house cut that glows with after-hours intimacy and club-ready urgency.

A plush, 128-bpm shoulder-roller that smuggles soulful warmth onto Shall Not Fade without diluting the underground.

I’d slam this bruising 125-bpm payload of raw, leftfield house straight into a peak-time set and watch the room sweat.

Ruthless 133-BPM precision in F minor, threading anthemic hooks through a high-pressure Techno framework with gleeful restraint.

A relentless 136-BPM barrage that turns the booth into a pressure cooker; pure, undiluted after-hours weaponry.

A plush, soul-soaked 122 BPM deep house cruiser that warms the room without ever breaking a sweat.

Talabot spins Martire's keys into a feverish, nocturnal hypnosis that demands a dark room and a patient crowd.

At a hundred BPM with energy dialled to nine, this Sol Selectas cut drags the floor into a humid, leftfield hypnosis built on organic texture.