The chart · Thu, 17 Sep 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 541 ranked · today's chart
The charts are dominated by four-four house, with fifteen of the top twenty slots wearing that badge and only Mau P's bassline turn and a couple of techno outliers daring to deviate. Cloonee nabs two of those spots at six and ten, yet the homogeneity is the bigger story. I am with the crowd on number two — Mau P's curveball is one of the few moments the upper tier actually bothers to move.
The chart that day
Relentless 128-bpm house with a vocal hook that digs in deep—tension dialled to nine and polished for the main room.
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
A relentless 128 BPM charge through 10A tension, marrying CircoLoco pedigree with a warehouse-sized hook that demands peak-time surrender.
A breezy, high-energy vocal house cut that beams with 130 BPM optimism and zero pretension.
A 136 BPM peak-time bomb where a massive vocal hook hijacks the room.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
Accessible tech trance with a funked-up backbone, built for daytime primetime and mainstage momentum.
Barbara Tucker’s voice rides Michael Gray’s 125 BPM groove like a summer storm—pure, unrelenting vocal-house euphoria built for big rooms and bigger skies.
A polished 133bpm crossover cut that trades underground grit for daytime gloss, but the vocal hooks still land with precision.
A vocal bass loop locked into 130 BPM minimal pressure, purpose-built for sunlit floors and early-hour swagger.
Wu-Tang's grit meets peak-time steel at 130bpm, a collision of legacy and laser-focused club weight that demands the main room.
A major-label vocal thumper that trades subtlety for sheer dancefloor utility; the hook lands, but expect déjà vu.
Vocal house at festival scale that somehow keeps its dignity, marrying big-room thrust to a surprisingly refined pulse.
Rides a 130 BPM wave of speed-garage nostalgia with enough horsepower to fill a daytime floor without rewriting the rave playbook.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
I keep this 130bpm pressure-cooker handy for slipping between peak-time bombs without losing the floor.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.
That vocal hook sinks into a driving 128-BPM groove, turning any tent into a daytime communion.
I’d call this a ruthlessly efficient 133 BPM crossover weapon that bridges tech-trance precision and mainstage hookiness without losing floor bite.
A polished 128 BPM main-stage cruiser that trades underground grit for festival-ready gloss, delivering exactly the hands-in-the-air euphoria the room expects.
A 125-bpm freight train of polished pop-house that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor saturation.
This 130 BPM juggernaut funnels a classic vocal hook into peak-time pressure—big, accessible, and absolutely unrelenting.
I’d ride this 130 BPM vocal straight into peak-time chaos; Englund’s hook turns the room into one breathless chorus.
A hooky, high-octane vocal cut that slots neatly between anthems, all 128-BPM pressure and peak-time polish.
A chunky, rolling 128-bpm house cut built for peak-time floors and effortless crowd connection.
Raw Klasse Wrecks electro stripped to sparking wires and sent hurtling at a hundred-and-thirty.
A sleek, hook-fuelled tech-house weapon that bridges main-stage spectacle with credible dancefloor tension.
I'd drop this recognisable vocal over its 128 BPM electro house chassis, turning familiarity into dancefloor currency.
A sleek, high-pressure rework that turns the floor into a piston chamber at one-twenty-five.
Woven percussion and minor-key tension turn 125 BPM into a warm, relentless ritual that bridges organic depth with peak-time urgency.
A high-voltage, organic deep-house spell that burns slow and heavy at one-thirteen, built for the basement’s darkest hours.
A 128 BPM roller that weaponises a vocal hook against a bassline grid, built for sun-drenched main stages where energy is non-negotiable.
Those bells still cut through 4 AM haze with surgical precision, even if every hand in the room already knows the score.
Sun-drenched Defected mechanics built for the main-stage lawn, all polished 130 BPM momentum and hands-in-the-air composure.
A sleek 122-bpm bridging tool that lets the room breathe without surrendering its progressive pulse.
A 125 BPM main-stage missile that weaponises 5B tension into pure peak-time release.
A sun-drenched 122bpm gallop in 4A that weaponises its vocal promise for peak-time terrace pressure.
A sleek, Ibiza-primed weapon that trades dark-room tension for sun-drenched groove without sacrificing punch.
Ibiza-ready progressive house at 122BPM in E minor: melodic, driving, and instrumentally solid without needing a vocal.
A soaring vocal rides a relentless 133 BPM groove, turning heartbreak into peak-time fuel without losing its daytime charm.
An afro-tropical missile with a vocal hook sharp enough to cut through any peak-time mix.
A bruising 120-BPM tool that trades vocals for pure, peak-time floor momentum and dusky tension.
Ruthless peak-time efficiency dressed in Db minor armour; it grinds rather than glides, but the floor won’t care.
Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.
I’d drop this for its melodic hooks cutting a 128-BPM grid with UK rave urgency that lifts a room past generic tech-house boilerplate.
I’d slam this 125-bpm Rother remodel straight into peak-time rotation and watch the room buckle.
A locked-in 133-BPM driver that treats the floor with respect, all muscle and no fluff.
I’d reach for this sleek, subterranean 128-BPM roller whenever the floor needs a hypnotic lock without peak-time bombast.
A glossy, high-voltage house cut that turns its indie-dance hook into pure midday terrace fuel.
Raw veteran voltage: stripped 128-BPM machinery that weaponises the floor without mercy.
I hear taut Afro-tinged percussion at 125 BPM riding an energy of 9 into solid peak-time utility, though transcendence stays just out of reach.
A 122 BPM minor-key surge that channels peak-time voltage into warm, soulful deep house mechanics.
Sample-sliced hip-house at 130bpm; a daytime hook that demands a sunlit floor and a soundsystem with headroom.
Nine-volt melancholy at 125 bpm; a hypnotic, emotional after-hours weapon that turns the 3A key into pure electricity.
A lysergic 130bpm electro juggernaut that melts the floor without sacrificing its leftfield edge.
A peak-time vocal house cut that weaponises emotion without sacrificing dancefloor credibility.
A sleek, nocturnal cruiser that marries Innervisions melodics to breakbeat propulsion, built for smoke-machine dance floors and 4 AM embraces.
Melodic hooks spiral over a breathing 122-BPM groove, turning relentless energy into widescreen, open-air euphoria.
A glossy, high-energy house cut that leans hard into its vocal hook, built for sun-drenched festival slots rather than basement corners.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
Melodic heft and club muscle collide at 122 BPM for a terrace anthem that refuses to quit.
I’d deploy this 133-bpm juggernaut at peak time: raw voltage channelled into unrelenting, late-night hypnosis.
A lean, sinewy fusion of electro pressure and garage swing that hits the floor with intent.
At 120 BPM, this vocal-driven deep techno cut hits a rare sweet spot between peak-time energy and organic warmth, built for floors that crave hooks without compromise.
FJAAK sandblast the CLR blueprint into a 136 BPM juggernaut that trades subtlety for pure, unrelenting peak-time pressure.
A glossy, 133-bpm vocal hymn that converts chart sheen into proper dancefloor pressure, primed for peak-time evangelism.
Peak-time tech-trance at 128 BPM: a nagging vocal loop and relentless low-end built for the biggest rooms.
A relentless 128 BPM electro charge that turns the club into a pressure cooker of raw, hooky voltage.
A slow, seething late-night burner that trades standard urgency for a deeper, organic hypnosis.