Wan Poku Moro

I reach for this when I need the bullish energy that 122 BPM and a nine-out-of-ten energy level promise: the drums are raw, dry and forward in the mix, locking into a percussive deep house grid that feels more warehouse than lounge. I find no ambient padding to soften the blow—just a relentless, hooky groove that keeps its shoulder pressed against the floor for the full duration.

Tracked in 4B, it sits perfectly as peak-time fare in my bag, the kind of record I drop when the room is already dense and I need something unapologetically underground to push it over the edge. To my ears it wears its Rekids lineage proudly: functional, distinctive and built for floors that value sweat over polish.