I hear this one hitting at 133 BPM with the forward momentum of a runaway trolley, channelling 8A's minor tension into an insistent, almost desperate plea. The title acts like a command rather than a request, and the production meets that near-feverish energy with a full-throttle arrangement that feels engineered for sun-drenched terraces and sweat-soaked early-afternoon floors. It is the kind of record that does not ask for attention but seizes it, riding a crisp four-four pulse that keeps bodies moving without ever muddying the groove.
When I drop this in a set, it sits comfortably as a peak-time bridge or a main-stage weapon, its high-octane charge cutting through the chatter of a busy room. There is little subtlety here, but that is hardly the point: Nikko has built a functional, high-impact vessel designed purely for collective release, and at this tempo and intensity, it delivers exactly what it promises.