The chart · Sat, 26 Sep 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 566 ranked · today's chart
The charts are locked in a four-on-the-floor stranglehold, with house swallowing every slot beneath the techno and bassline outliers at the summit. Cloonee is the story, landing two cuts while the rest chug through familiar territory. I am with the crowd on Ink and Mesto Freak tearing up the top, but the glut of mid-tempo house fillers makes the lower half feel like one long, indistinct kick drum.
The chart that day
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
A maximalist vocal house missile built for peak-time abandon, where the hook grips the room and refuses to let go.
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.
Stadium-sized progressive warmth at 120 BPM, stitching minor-key longing to a high-energy groove made for sunlit floors.
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.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
I’d slam this 125 BPM bruiser at peak time; ten-out-of-ten energy meets deep minimal discipline to turn the floor into a gleaming sweatbox.
Key 2A tension meets a UK garage gallop at 136 BPM, built to convert the uninitiated.
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.
A polished 133 BPM mainstage missile that trades underground grit for sky-high serotonin, built for peak-time sun and outstretched hands.
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 propulsive 133-BPM speed-garage weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor velocity.
Accessible tech trance with a funked-up backbone, built for daytime primetime and mainstage momentum.
A muscular 128 BPM house roller that does exactly what it says on the tin: moves bodies.
Unrelenting peak-time artillery built for mainstage sweat and strobe-lit abandon.
High-gloss progressive house built for sunlit terraces, marrying organic warmth to relentless 125 BPM forward motion.
Anthemic melodic house that turns 125 BPM efficiency into a widescreen, peak-time rush.
Relentless melodic thrust engineered for peak-time floors where nuance goes to die.
Tribal percussion and a searching vocal collide at 128 BPM, channelling relentless energy into credible daytime territory.
A polished 133bpm crossover cut that trades underground grit for daytime gloss, but the vocal hooks still land with precision.
Nine-out-of-ten melodic prog finery built for daylight floors where emotion and momentum collide.
Breaks-driven melodrama at house velocity, polished enough for daylight but fierce enough to command a floor.
Super Flu reshape Clark's voice into a propulsive, hook-laden missile aimed squarely at golden-hour peak time.
I keep this 130bpm pressure-cooker handy for slipping between peak-time bombs without losing the floor.
Ivory turns RY X’s vocal into a 125 BPM mantra, balancing Innervisions elegance with peak-time muscle.
A glowing, high-octane progressive cut that threads warmth through peak-time tension, built perfectly for bridging the anthemic gaps.
I’d air this at 122bpm where its Kompakt melodies hover, all minor-key atmosphere and tasteful, driven restraint.
A 125-bpm freight train of polished pop-house that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor saturation.
Bedford’s vocal still soars, yet the 146 BPM pulse now breathes through ambient fog, trading club euphoria for patient, after-hours reverie.
Rides a 130 BPM wave of speed-garage nostalgia with enough horsepower to fill a daytime floor without rewriting the rave playbook.
I'd drop this relentless 128 BPM vocal house missile when the room needs peak-time sweat and instant sing-alongs.
Glowing 5B melodies at 122 bpm, yet the lack of a vocal anchor leaves it stranded before peak hours.
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.
That vocal hook sinks into a driving 128-BPM groove, turning any tent into a daytime communion.
Tough, sample-driven A-minor groove at 133bpm that bridges peak-time bombs without diluting the floor’s focus.
Speed-garage swing welded to a deep house chassis at 128 BPM, this is bright, peak-time energy with a hook that sticks.
A 130 BPM vocal grenade polished for peak-time abandon; unsubtle, undeniable, and ruthlessly effective.
Organic, hypnotic tension at 118 BPM that feels like breathing machinery in a dark room.
I'd drop this merciless 143-BPM F-minor vortex when the after-hours crowd needs dragging into its teeth-grinding, hypnotic undertow.
Sarah De Warren’s vocal soars over a 130 BPM chassis, turning peak-time aggression into something almost anthemic without sacrificing floor weight.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
Vocal house at festival scale that somehow keeps its dignity, marrying big-room thrust to a surprisingly refined pulse.
A glossy, peak-time vocal cut that trades subtlety for sheer immediacy, precision-tooled for daytime headline slots where accessible hooks reign.
Vocal hooks and a merciless 130 BPM throb turn the room into a single, breathless sing-along.
A glossy, high-voltage house cut that turns its indie-dance hook into pure midday terrace fuel.
A soaring vocal rides a relentless 133 BPM groove, turning heartbreak into peak-time fuel without losing its daytime charm.
A 125 BPM main-stage missile that weaponises 5B tension into pure peak-time release.
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.
Peak-time dub pressure soaked in amber warmth; a hypnotic 128 BPM cruiser that blurs sunset into sweat.
Egyptian Lover tightens the bolts on this Clone Royal Oak electro cut, sending 130-BPM voltage through the floorboards with unapologetic menace.
Jaquet reroutes a familiar ghost through Afro-house percussion and peak-time prog pressure, locking the floor at 122.
A slow-burning E minor throb that trades peak-time velocity for late-night hypnosis, perfectly weighted for the empty hours.
A narcotic half-speed exhale that turns the floor into a shoulder-rolling haze, too slow to peak but perfect for golden-hour comedowns.
A vocal bass loop locked into 130 BPM minimal pressure, purpose-built for sunlit floors and early-hour swagger.
I’d call this a ruthlessly efficient 133 BPM crossover weapon that bridges tech-trance precision and mainstage hookiness without losing floor bite.
A 133 BPM peak-time assault where shredded vocals collide with industrial grit, built for floors that prefer their trance with teeth.
Widescreen after-hours prog that swaps peak-time bombast for hooky, atmospheric tension at a relentless 125bpm.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
Heavy low-end pressure at 115 BPM meets smoked-glass vocals in a deep house cut built for the after-hours haze.
I’d ride this 125 bpm E minor bullet deep into the morning: stripped-back Solid Grooves pressure, a vocal that demands total surrender.
Electro soul machined to absolute peak voltage; a 130-BPM masterclass that still turns every room into a pressure chamber.
Ibiza-ready progressive house at 122BPM in E minor: melodic, driving, and instrumentally solid without needing a vocal.
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.
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 lean, sinewy fusion of electro pressure and garage swing that hits the floor with intent.
A bruising 120-BPM tool that trades vocals for pure, peak-time floor momentum and dusky tension.
I'd drop this recognisable vocal over its 128 BPM electro house chassis, turning familiarity into dancefloor currency.
Melodic heft and club muscle collide at 122 BPM for a terrace anthem that refuses to quit.