The chart · Sun, 20 Sep 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 543 ranked · today's chart
The charts are under a strict four-four lockdown, with house swallowing sixteen of twenty berths and Rooléh claiming two spots at three and sixteen as the clear story this week. The groove is solid, but I am siding with the outliers: Mau P's bassline roller at four and Rossi.'s techno hammer at seven feel hungrier than the polite loops clogging the rest of the list.
The chart that day
A major-label vocal thumper that trades subtlety for sheer dancefloor utility; the hook lands, but expect déjà vu.
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
A polished 133bpm crossover cut that trades underground grit for daytime gloss, but the vocal hooks still land with precision.
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.
Relentless 128-bpm house with a vocal hook that digs in deep—tension dialled to nine and polished for the main room.
Accessible tech trance with a funked-up backbone, built for daytime primetime and mainstage momentum.
A 122 BPM minor-key surge that channels peak-time voltage into warm, soulful deep house mechanics.
Wu-Tang's grit meets peak-time steel at 130bpm, a collision of legacy and laser-focused club weight that demands the main room.
That vocal hook sinks into a driving 128-BPM groove, turning any tent into a daytime communion.
A sleek, high-pressure rework that turns the floor into a piston chamber at one-twenty-five.
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.
A glossy, high-voltage house cut that turns its indie-dance hook into pure midday terrace fuel.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
A glossy, floor-filling vocal cut that trades surprise for instant sing-along gratification.
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 call this a polished, stadium-sized melodic techno weapon that trades risk for immediate, hands-in-the-air gratification.
Vocal house at festival scale that somehow keeps its dignity, marrying big-room thrust to a surprisingly refined pulse.
Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.
COEO squeezes every drop of juice from this disco-house framework, delivering a 128 BPM pressure cooker built for peak-time sweat.
I'd drop this recognisable vocal over its 128 BPM electro house chassis, turning familiarity into dancefloor currency.
A peak-time vocal house cut that weaponises emotion without sacrificing dancefloor credibility.
A 128-BPM freight train of hooky house momentum that knows exactly which buttons to press and when.
Widescreen after-hours prog that swaps peak-time bombast for hooky, atmospheric tension at a relentless 125bpm.
A polished vocal loop rides a tight 128 BPM grid, built for daytime floors that want energy without peak-time chaos.
A high-voltage, organic deep-house spell that burns slow and heavy at one-thirteen, built for the basement’s darkest hours.
A soaring vocal rides a relentless 133 BPM groove, turning heartbreak into peak-time fuel without losing its daytime charm.
I’d call this a ruthlessly efficient 133 BPM crossover weapon that bridges tech-trance precision and mainstage hookiness without losing floor bite.
Accessible organic prog at 122 BPM; a melodic, high-energy bridge for daytime sets.
Sturdy, stadium-sized melodic house that trades risk for reliable peak-time lift.
I’d drop this lean 122 bpm bridge between bigger records; it keeps the energy high without stealing focus.
A vocal-led missile cruising at 125 BPM, precision-tooled for peak-time progressive devastation.
A hooky, high-octane vocal cut that slots neatly between anthems, all 128-BPM pressure and peak-time polish.
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.
Sun-drenched Defected mechanics built for the main-stage lawn, all polished 130 BPM momentum and hands-in-the-air composure.
I hear a warm, worldly 111-BPM drift that hooks early and unspools across the floor like heavy afternoon light.
A 125 BPM main-stage missile that weaponises 5B tension into pure peak-time release.
A relentless 128 BPM juggernaut built for peak-time sweat, all piston-pump drums and minor-key tension.
A bruising 120-BPM tool that trades vocals for pure, peak-time floor momentum and dusky tension.
A sleek, high-utility bridge burner that slots neatly between peak-time weapons without stealing their thunder.
A reliable 133bpm bridge with enough rolling weight to keep daytime floors moving without stealing the spotlight.
Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.
Steve Bug refines Monolink’s melodics into a rolling 115bpm late-night weapon with serious low-end pull.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
A vocal bass loop locked into 130 BPM minimal pressure, purpose-built for sunlit floors and early-hour swagger.
Ibiza-ready progressive house at 122BPM in E minor: melodic, driving, and instrumentally solid without needing a vocal.
A 128 BPM roller that weaponises a vocal hook against a bassline grid, built for sun-drenched main stages where energy is non-negotiable.
I’d slam this 125-bpm Rother remodel straight into peak-time rotation and watch the room buckle.
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.
I’d deploy this 133-bpm juggernaut at peak time: raw voltage channelled into unrelenting, late-night hypnosis.
Heavy voltage deep house slowed to a hypnotic 107, built for the shadows of late-night programming.
A sleek 128-BPM roller that weaponises its vocal tease into daylight-ready ammunition for a packed floor.
I’d call this razor-wire electro-grime at 140 BPM a server room melting down in Bb minor—absolute peak-time warfare.
Long-version hypnosis from deep house royalty; a 128-BPM masterclass in sustained, soulful tension.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
Raw veteran voltage: stripped 128-BPM machinery that weaponises the floor without mercy.
A locked-in 133-BPM driver that treats the floor with respect, all muscle and no fluff.
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.
A sleek, Ibiza-primed weapon that trades dark-room tension for sun-drenched groove without sacrificing punch.
Relentless Detroit acid at 128 BPM, channelling Tresor’s machine pedigree into a G minor chokehold of pure peak-time pressure.
Melodic hooks spiral over a breathing 122-BPM groove, turning relentless energy into widescreen, open-air euphoria.
A lean, sinewy fusion of electro pressure and garage swing that hits the floor with intent.
Melodic heft and club muscle collide at 122 BPM for a terrace anthem that refuses to quit.
Those bells still cut through 4 AM haze with surgical precision, even if every hand in the room already knows the score.
A sun-dazed, percussion-heavy slow-burn that bridges organic warmth with after-hours momentum.
A 133 BPM vocal-house juggernaut that channels speed-garage urgency into an unapologetically accessible daytime rush.
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 shamelessly recognisable vocal rides a 130 BPM progressive breaks chassis that knows exactly which buttons to press.
Melodic breaks at festival velocity, aching with synth lines built for midday sun and sweat.