Released Feb 2026
Records released this month that the Ninja keeps in rotation, each with his take on it.
112 records in rotation · 921 plays on air
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Relentless 125 BPM deep techno tempered by warmth and FaltyDL's off-kilter weirdness.
A maximalist deep house missile that weaponises leftfield hooks into something properly unhinged.
Relentless, hook-driven deep house that grips the floor without sacrificing its submerged soul.
A simmering 113 BPM deep techno voyage that trades velocity for pressure, carving warm after-hours space out of pure atmosphere.
A snare-heavy, hook-laden weapon that bridges leftfield cool with peak-time urgency, built for floors that know their history.
I’d let this 111 bpm smoulder loose at the point where 3A hypnosis and high-tension after-hours energy refuse to call it a night.
A dubby, hypnotic 125bpm weapon that carves its own lane far from the tech-house conveyor belt.
Deadbeat and Voelk drag the tempo to a narcotic 65 BPM, weaving a humid, dub-wise lament for the dead hours.
Warp-blessed ambient that moves like smoke through a 4am room, too restless for sleep but too gentle for the dancefloor.
A steely, rolling meditation that weaponises repetition into pure club hypnosis.
Heavy, slow-motion drone that turns the room into a pressure chamber; pure late-night weight from the Warp camp.
At sixty-five BPM, this is less ambient drift and more slow-motion demolition; sound design as physical architecture.
Relentless 125-BPM tension in E minor that fills the room but never quite escapes the label's own shadow.
A polished 128-BPM cruiser that fills the room but leaves no fingerprints behind.
A dubby, hypnotic 130bpm weapon I’d drop to saturate the room in deep-space pressure and kinetic tension.
A corrosive 130-BPM acid jab that turns minor-key tension into pure, basement-grade velocity.
A relentless 130 BPM roller that channels Fuse London’s after-hours lineage into pure, keyed-up physicality.
A relentless, steel-plated 130 BPM weapon that drags the dancefloor into a pitch-black vortex of pure kinetic menace.
A 128 BPM jolt in 8B that channels Haŵs' pedigree into raw, unrelenting dancefloor voltage.
Melodic progressive house with enough organic warmth to keep the after-hours crowd swaying without sacrificing peak-time momentum.
A 125bpm Detroit-tilted juggernaut that turns the room into a pressure cooker without ever dropping the groove.
This is the 143-BPM sledgehammer I reach for when the room needs total lockdown.
I keep this 107 BPM narcotic drift on hand for the deepest hours, where its smoky D-flat minor haze turns the room into a subterranean sanctuary.