Released May 2022

Crystalline leftfield breaks carved at 133 BPM, marrying noir tension to a fluid, electro-tinted swagger.

A sleek, nocturnal bullet of minimal techno that burns at the edges without ever losing its cool.

Hypnotic, raw-edged breaks at 120 BPM made for the deep end of organic-minded floors.

A propulsive 128-BPM engine of deep minimal tension that grips the floor without reinventing the wheel.

Relentless 133-BPM hypnosis on Kalahari Oyster Cult, built for strobe-lit sweatboxes and four AM surrender.

A distinctive, psychedelic 133-BPM trip that tilts the room sideways while keeping the floor locked.

Kalahari Oyster Cult turns 103 BPM into a slow-motion vortex where club weight dissolves into tripped-out ambient haze.

I’d drop this raw, hypnotic 125 BPM percussion deep in the after-hours sweatbox, letting Livity’s bassweight channel pure kinetic ritual.

A slow-burning, 200-BPM enigma that warps the club into a hypnagogic corridor of sub-bass and shadows.

Prunk sculpts a sleek 128 BPM weapon for PIV that throbs with late-night intent, bridging musicality and raw floor energy without breaking sweat.

I’d drop this humid 94 BPM cut where reggaeton skeletons rattle through Python’s dubwise fog.

Peak-energy Detroit electro at 130 BPM; C minor hardware pressure forged for basement systems and strobe-lit abandon.

Serrated electro at full tilt, all chrome edges and warehouse pressure, precision-tooled for peak-time devastation.

At one-forty-three, it is sinewy breaks and neon melancholy, engineered for the strobe-lit final hour.

A smouldering, high-tension pulse for the after-hours floor, all raw texture and restrained menace.

A syncopated 115 BPM roller that bridges bassline pressure with Amapiano's off-kilter swing, built for the leftfield hours.

A 130-BPM hypnosis that wrings genuine ache from Voam's steel framework; peak-time techno with a bruised heart.

After-hours artillery at 146 BPM, this D-minor pressure cooker is built for sweat-drenched final hours.

I keep returning to this wiry, nocturnal house cut that threads a hook through raw machine soul without ever dipping into cheap sentiment.

Gritty, lo-fi pressure at 115 BPM that drags the dancefloor into a smoke-filled, after-hours haze.

Frostbitten deep-house pressure at 120 BPM, built for the warehouse after hours.

A bruising, hypnotic 120-BPM assault that drags the dancefloor through F-minor darkness without ever offering release.

At 120 BPM, Jamal Moss turns ambient space into a ten-out-of-ten pressure cooker of industrial dread and devotional drone.

A venomous, 125-bpm assault of raw frequency that hijacks the room and refuses to relinquish control until every last body is moving.