Released Jul 2022

Anish Kumar threads organic, globally-minded percussion through a relentless 128 BPM frame, forging peak-time house that breathes where others merely pump.

A sleek 130bpm ride through Ab minor that balances underground grit with melodic emotion, built for peak-time floors and headphone reveries alike.

Jon Hopkins drapes Orbital’s hymn in glassy, slow-burn textures that feel like breathing underwater at dawn.

This is the sort of laser-focused vocal house I reach for when the room needs melody without the mess.

Floating Points tightens Herbert’s original into a sleek, motorik weapon destined for smoke-filled basements at midnight.

Kruse’s framework gets tightened into a gleaming, high-pressure missile built for absolute peak-time devastation.

A lean, venomous 125-BPM roller with absolute energy and dub-weighted bass built for straining soundsystems.

A rolling 120-BPM juggernaut of sub-pressure and dread, built for the deepest hours when the room melts into pure hypnosis.

A brittle 162bpm labyrinth of leftfield breaks that rewards obsessive listening and punishes lazy mixing.

A venomous 162bpm weapon that channels Lobster Theremin’s raw UK bass lineage into pure, unrelenting forward motion.

Serrated 125 BPM electro that bites hard, built for strobe-lit basements where polish is a dirty word.

Taut bassline pressure meets swung deep-house elegance at a relentless one-twenty-five clip.

I’d call this relentless 128 BPM techno with soaring melodic heft; a peak-time weapon wedding euphoria to underground credibility.

Razor-sharp 128 BPM tech house with a festival-scale vocal hook engineered for sunlit headline moments.

I hear Sabertooth turn key 4A into a 125-BPM vice of modern electro pressure that refuses to relent.

Slow, dense and glowing at 109 bpm, this is after-hours material that trades velocity for simmering, high-voltage atmosphere.

I’d reach for this when the room needs a hostile, lean jolt of 133 BPM electro to drag the night into uglier territory.

I’d call it a 125bpm Detroit-tinted missile that trades the title’s irony for pure dancefloor urgency.

A humid 118-bpm sigh draped in 4A melancholy, trading peak-time force for patient, warm-blooded groove.

A merciless 182-BPM barrage that weaponises tension into pure peak-time mania.

A 200-BPM pressure chamber of sculpted metallic frequencies that proves Objekt’s engineering is as restless as ever.

Lush melodic house radiating underground warmth, built for peak-time transcendence without sacrificing emotional depth.

A sinewy 130 BPM bassline roller, all low-end menace and after-hours smoke.

A lean, low-slung club tool that proves restraint can hit harder than fireworks.