The chart · Thu, 24 Sep 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 565 ranked · today's chart
The charts are wall-to-wall House, save for Mau P's Bassline bomb "Just A Little Bit More" crashing the top spot and a smattering of tougher Techno further down. Rooléh, Cloonee and Michael Bibi all bag double entries, making them the names to watch. I will say the top five is far too polite: Interplanetary Criminal and Silva Bumpa's "HOLD DA PHONE" should be tearing up the upper reaches, not languishing at eight.
The chart that day
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
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.
A rolling 128-BPM mainstage missile that weaponises Ab minor groove into accessible, high-impact daylight fuel.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
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.
A maximalist vocal house missile built for peak-time abandon, where the hook grips the room and refuses to let go.
Sarah De Warren’s vocal soars over a 130 BPM chassis, turning peak-time aggression into something almost anthemic without sacrificing floor weight.
Accessible tech trance with a funked-up backbone, built for daytime primetime and mainstage momentum.
A polished 133bpm crossover cut that trades underground grit for daytime gloss, but the vocal hooks still land with precision.
Key 2A tension meets a UK garage gallop at 136 BPM, built to convert the uninitiated.
A soaring vocal rides a relentless 133 BPM groove, turning heartbreak into peak-time fuel without losing its daytime charm.
Stadium-sized progressive warmth at 120 BPM, stitching minor-key longing to a high-energy groove made for sunlit floors.
I keep this 130bpm pressure-cooker handy for slipping between peak-time bombs without losing the floor.
A narcotic half-speed exhale that turns the floor into a shoulder-rolling haze, too slow to peak but perfect for golden-hour comedowns.
That vocal hook sinks into a driving 128-BPM groove, turning any tent into a daytime communion.
Widescreen after-hours prog that swaps peak-time bombast for hooky, atmospheric tension at a relentless 125bpm.
A glossy, high-voltage house cut that turns its indie-dance hook into pure midday terrace fuel.
A 125-bpm freight train of polished pop-house that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor saturation.
Vocal hooks and a merciless 130 BPM throb turn the room into a single, breathless sing-along.
Ivory turns RY X’s vocal into a 125 BPM mantra, balancing Innervisions elegance with peak-time muscle.
Anthemic melodic house that turns 125 BPM efficiency into a widescreen, peak-time rush.
Electro soul machined to absolute peak voltage; a 130-BPM masterclass that still turns every room into a pressure chamber.
I'd drop this 130 BPM main-stage missile when the tent needs hands-in-the-air abandon, though its 11A chassis feels factory-fresh rather than future-shocked.
Rides a 130 BPM wave of speed-garage nostalgia with enough horsepower to fill a daytime floor without rewriting the rave playbook.
A sleek, vocal-threaded minimal house cut I'd programme between peak-time bombs without losing the floor.
Bedford’s vocal still soars, yet the 146 BPM pulse now breathes through ambient fog, trading club euphoria for patient, after-hours reverie.
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 chunky, rolling 128-bpm house cut built for peak-time floors and effortless crowd connection.
A propulsive 133-BPM speed-garage weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor velocity.
Organic, hypnotic tension at 118 BPM that feels like breathing machinery in a dark room.
Unrelenting peak-time artillery built for mainstage sweat and strobe-lit abandon.
Sleek, main-stage tech trance built for arms-up moments and closing-set euphoria.
I'd drop this merciless 143-BPM F-minor vortex when the after-hours crowd needs dragging into its teeth-grinding, hypnotic undertow.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
A vocal bass loop locked into 130 BPM minimal pressure, purpose-built for sunlit floors and early-hour swagger.
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.
A 130 BPM vocal grenade polished for peak-time abandon; unsubtle, undeniable, and ruthlessly effective.
I’d call this a ruthlessly efficient 133 BPM crossover weapon that bridges tech-trance precision and mainstage hookiness without losing floor bite.
Peak-time dub pressure soaked in amber warmth; a hypnotic 128 BPM cruiser that blurs sunset into sweat.
A rare vocal-led grenade that proves melody can survive the drop.
A 125 BPM main-stage missile that weaponises 5B tension into pure peak-time release.
I'd drop this recognisable vocal over its 128 BPM electro house chassis, turning familiarity into dancefloor currency.
Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.
A sleek, high-pressure rework that turns the floor into a piston chamber at one-twenty-five.
High-gloss progressive house built for sunlit terraces, marrying organic warmth to relentless 125 BPM forward motion.
I’d deploy this 133-bpm juggernaut at peak time: raw voltage channelled into unrelenting, late-night hypnosis.
Heavy low-end pressure at 115 BPM meets smoked-glass vocals in a deep house cut built for the after-hours haze.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
A full-throttle vocal house cut that weaponises its 128 BPM framework into peak-time euphoria without losing its soulful centre.
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.
Accessible organic prog at 122 BPM; a melodic, high-energy bridge for daytime sets.
Tribal percussion and a searching vocal collide at 128 BPM, channelling relentless energy into credible daytime territory.
Breaks-driven melodrama at house velocity, polished enough for daylight but fierce enough to command a floor.
Bright, propulsive 130bpm house that does exactly what it says on the tin—reliable midday floor fuel.
A reliable 133bpm bridge with enough rolling weight to keep daytime floors moving without stealing the spotlight.
A glowing, high-octane progressive cut that threads warmth through peak-time tension, built perfectly for bridging the anthemic gaps.
A relentless 128 BPM electro charge that turns the club into a pressure cooker of raw, hooky voltage.
Relentless melodic thrust engineered for peak-time floors where nuance goes to die.
A lean 130 BPM deep-tech weapon that channels maximal energy through a stripped-back, late-night frame.
A bruising 120-BPM tool that trades vocals for pure, peak-time floor momentum and dusky tension.
Relentless 133bpm hypnosis in 4A: a rolling, peak-time weapon that locks the floor side to side.
A 128 BPM juggernaut in A-flat minor that commands the floor with unrelenting electro-house pressure and daytime-set swagger.
Egyptian Lover tightens the bolts on this Clone Royal Oak electro cut, sending 130-BPM voltage through the floorboards with unapologetic menace.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
Those bells still cut through 4 AM haze with surgical precision, even if every hand in the room already knows the score.
Ibiza-ready progressive house at 122BPM in E minor: melodic, driving, and instrumentally solid without needing a vocal.
A slow, seething late-night burner that trades standard urgency for a deeper, organic hypnosis.
A lean, sinewy fusion of electro pressure and garage swing that hits the floor with intent.