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The drums land at a deceptive 100 BPM, lurching rather than locking, while the energy sits at a restless 8 that refuses any sluggishness the downtempo tag might imply. Joy Orbison sculpts a crooked G minor hypnosis from asymmetrical kicks and submerged, detuned textures, each element seeming to slide slightly out of phase before snapping back with uncanny precision.

It is a track for the moment when the floor needs pressure without pace, bridging the downtempo register and the club floor with surprising force. The room becomes a half-lit corridor; bodies sway rather than sprint, caught in the record’s off-centre gravity until the tension finally cracks and the groove deepens.