The chart · Fri, 18 Sep 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 537 ranked · today's chart
The charts are locked in a four-to-the-floor stranglehold, with house swallowing eighteen of twenty spots and Cloonee commanding the summit while also lurking inside the top ten. The story is total genre dominance, broken only by Mau P’s bassline intrusion and a lone techno cut from Interplanetary Criminal and Silva Bumpa. I side with the crowd on Cloonee’s reign, but landing that Wu-Tang Clan, Michael Bibi and Kettama collab at eighteen feels criminally low for a cut of that raw voltage.
The chart that day
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
Relentless 128-bpm house with a vocal hook that digs in deep—tension dialled to nine and polished for the main room.
A breezy, high-energy vocal house cut that beams with 130 BPM optimism and zero pretension.
A relentless 128 BPM charge through 10A tension, marrying CircoLoco pedigree with a warehouse-sized hook that demands peak-time surrender.
A 136 BPM peak-time bomb where a massive vocal hook hijacks the room.
A polished 133bpm crossover cut that trades underground grit for daytime gloss, but the vocal hooks still land with precision.
Accessible tech trance with a funked-up backbone, built for daytime primetime and mainstage momentum.
A major-label vocal thumper that trades subtlety for sheer dancefloor utility; the hook lands, but expect déjà vu.
Wu-Tang's grit meets peak-time steel at 130bpm, a collision of legacy and laser-focused club weight that demands the main room.
Vocal house at festival scale that somehow keeps its dignity, marrying big-room thrust to a surprisingly refined pulse.
A chunky, rolling 128-bpm house cut built for peak-time floors and effortless crowd connection.
Rides a 130 BPM wave of speed-garage nostalgia with enough horsepower to fill a daytime floor without rewriting the rave playbook.
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.
That vocal hook sinks into a driving 128-BPM groove, turning any tent into a daytime communion.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
A sleek, high-pressure rework that turns the floor into a piston chamber at one-twenty-five.
This 130 BPM juggernaut funnels a classic vocal hook into peak-time pressure—big, accessible, and absolutely unrelenting.
Those bells still cut through 4 AM haze with surgical precision, even if every hand in the room already knows the score.
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.
Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.
I’d slam this 125-bpm Rother remodel straight into peak-time rotation and watch the room buckle.
I’d call this a ruthlessly efficient 133 BPM crossover weapon that bridges tech-trance precision and mainstage hookiness without losing floor bite.
I'd drop this recognisable vocal over its 128 BPM electro house chassis, turning familiarity into dancefloor currency.
A hooky, high-octane vocal cut that slots neatly between anthems, all 128-BPM pressure and peak-time polish.
A sleek, hook-fuelled tech-house weapon that bridges main-stage spectacle with credible dancefloor tension.
Raw Klasse Wrecks electro stripped to sparking wires and sent hurtling at a hundred-and-thirty.
A glossy, peak-time vocal cut that trades subtlety for sheer immediacy, precision-tooled for daytime headline slots where accessible hooks reign.
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 reliable 133bpm bridge with enough rolling weight to keep daytime floors moving without stealing the spotlight.
Sun-drenched Defected mechanics built for the main-stage lawn, all polished 130 BPM momentum and hands-in-the-air composure.
A glossy, high-voltage house cut that turns its indie-dance hook into pure midday terrace fuel.
A 125 BPM main-stage missile that weaponises 5B tension into pure peak-time release.
A soaring vocal rides a relentless 133 BPM groove, turning heartbreak into peak-time fuel without losing its daytime charm.
A 128 BPM roller that weaponises a vocal hook against a bassline grid, built for sun-drenched main stages where energy is non-negotiable.
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.
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.
A 122 BPM minor-key surge that channels peak-time voltage into warm, soulful deep house mechanics.
Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
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 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 peak-time vocal house cut that weaponises emotion without sacrificing dancefloor credibility.
Nine-volt melancholy at 125 bpm; a hypnotic, emotional after-hours weapon that turns the 3A key into pure electricity.
I hear a warm, worldly 111-BPM drift that hooks early and unspools across the floor like heavy afternoon light.
I’d call this sleek, 128-BPM electro that weaponises a locked 5A key and merciless energy into pure dancefloor machinery.
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.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
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.
Raw veteran voltage: stripped 128-BPM machinery that weaponises the floor without mercy.
Adiel and Pat Alvarez carve Metronomy into a lean, 136-BPM weapon that bristles with leftfield credibility and dancefloor intent.
A slow, seething late-night burner that trades standard urgency for a deeper, organic hypnosis.
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.
Melodic heft and club muscle collide at 122 BPM for a terrace anthem that refuses to quit.
FJAAK sandblast the CLR blueprint into a 136 BPM juggernaut that trades subtlety for pure, unrelenting peak-time pressure.
A relentless 128 BPM electro charge that turns the club into a pressure cooker of raw, hooky voltage.
Ibiza-grade tech house at 125 BPM with enough melodic pressure to command a terrace without demanding the main room yet.
A ghostly refrain rides a relentless 133 BPM bassline, engineered for the melodic techno peak.
A smouldering, high-tension pulse for the after-hours floor, all raw texture and restrained menace.
A sun-dazed, percussion-heavy slow-burn that bridges organic warmth with after-hours momentum.
A sun-drenched 122bpm gallop in 4A that weaponises its vocal promise for peak-time terrace pressure.
Sample-sliced hip-house at 130bpm; a daytime hook that demands a sunlit floor and a soundsystem with headroom.
A widescreen 128-BPM odyssey that weaponises 11A melancholy into peak-time progressive propulsion.
I’d ride this 125 bpm E minor bullet deep into the morning: stripped-back Solid Grooves pressure, a vocal that demands total surrender.
A locked-in 133-BPM driver that treats the floor with respect, all muscle and no fluff.