Released Apr 2025

A 102 BPM slow-burner that weaponises texture, threading A minor melancholy through high-voltage leftfield circuitry.

A raw, melodic 140-BPM bassline weapon built for dark rooms and heavier systems.

A lean 136-bpm electro juggernaut that weaponises its own restraint, built for strobe-lit basements and heads-down hypnosis.

Weighty, swung UK pressure at 125 BPM—pure basement hypnosis from the Wisdom Teeth camp.

I'd call this deep leftfield hypnosis at 102 BPM: Shackleton and co. carve a humid, after-hours fog that lingers long after the lights rise.

Maximum energy channelled into a taut, coiled 120 BPM grid; precision-tooled minimalism for when the lights have long since dimmed.

Retro electro pedigree welded to modern floor focus; peak-time voltage that honours the old school without fossilising in it.

Refined peak-time vocal house that surges at 130 BPM with hooky confidence and zero cheese.

I would lock this at 130 for floors deep in the after-hours haze: rolling, dubwise pressure with hooky menace.

A claustrophobic, dub-weighted hypnosis that refuses to let the dancefloor breathe; Shackleton at his most unrelenting.

Relentless peak-time pressure built for dark rooms and systems loud enough to bruise; pure, unvarnished floor destruction.

Melancholic drive meets melodic after-hours glow at 128 BPM, bridging indie sentiment and warehouse tension with real grace.

Relentless, radiant dub pressure at 120: ambient music weaponised for the strobe-lit hours.

A suffocating 120-BPM hypnosis in 5A that weaponises empty space into pure, unrelenting dread.

Punishing 146 BPM electro that weaponises the low-end for peak-time demolition; unrelenting, raw, and built for the red zone.

A 140 BPM Molekül weapon that dissolves restraint and rebuilds it as unrelenting after-hours hypnosis.

Peak-time etherealism that proves melody can cut as hard as any kick.

A 128-BPM, ten-out-of-ten energy juggernaut from Qilla’s underbelly drags the floor into raw, atmospheric late-night hypnosis.

Slow-motion voltage at 103 BPM—proof that Public Possession still traffics in pure dancefloor hypnosis.

I hear slow-motion deep house submerged in ambient viscosity; at 102 BPM, the pressure builds from texture, not tempo.

Tasteful sound design meets late-night momentum in a downtempo cut that glitches without losing its soul.

A pressurised after-hours mantra that breathes pure tension into the 107-bpm grey zone between ambient weight and kinetic urgency.

A slow, textural drift through AD 93’s leftfield undergrowth that rewards patient ears.

Merciless Detroit electro at 136 BPM, stripping the groove to its wired, strobe-lit skeleton.