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The Ninja on this record
At one hundred BPM in key 10B, I find the energy rating of nine deceptive: the tempo suggests breathing room, yet the queasy interplay of those titular analogue circuits generates a claustrophobic humidity I can almost taste. It is less ambient wallpaper and more active electricity; the acid lines weave a fibrous, metallic canopy overhead that threatens to drip onto the floor.
In a set, I would save this for the bleary-eyed after-hours slot where speed matters less than mass. The locked 606s provide a dry, skeletal thud that anchors movement without dictating it, letting the 303s smear their corrosive harmonics across a room already half-asleep. I would drop it when the crowd needs weight, not velocity.