Richard Missing

The breaks snap at 136 BPM with a twitchy, leftfield violence that refuses four-on-the-floor comfort, and I can hear Dino Lenny scattering percussion across the stereo field in key 6A. Fragments of bass and atmospherics collide rather than groove, giving the track its off-kilter, high-energy nervous system; to my ears, it sounds like R&S allowing its weirder instincts back into the room.

I’d drop this in an after-hours set at the moment the floor tilts sideways—too fast for downtempo, too fractured for peak-time, but perfect for that 4 AM pocket where dancers need jolts rather than lulls. The energy sits at a relentless 9 without ever resolving into anthem territory; it keeps bodies moving through unease rather than release.