The chart · Mon, 28 Sep 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 588 ranked · today's chart
The charts are dominated by house music, with Joseph Capriati and GENNARO at the summit with "Control" and the upper ranks packed with four-to-the-floor cuts from the likes of Mau P and CAMELPHAT. The story is a relentless surge of peak-time house that swallows nearly every slot. I reckon the crowd has it half-right: Mau P's bassline cut at number three shows punters want low-end swagger alongside all those steady kicks.
The chart that day
A maximalist vocal house missile built for peak-time abandon, where the hook grips the room and refuses to let go.
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
A sleek, Ibiza-primed weapon that trades dark-room tension for sun-drenched groove without sacrificing punch.
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.
Relentless 128-bpm house with a vocal hook that digs in deep—tension dialled to nine and polished for the main room.
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.
Sarah De Warren’s vocal soars over a 130 BPM chassis, turning peak-time aggression into something almost anthemic without sacrificing floor weight.
Stadium-sized progressive warmth at 120 BPM, stitching minor-key longing to a high-energy groove made for sunlit floors.
Key 2A tension meets a UK garage gallop at 136 BPM, built to convert the uninitiated.
Anthemic melodic house that turns 125 BPM efficiency into a widescreen, peak-time rush.
A muscular 128 BPM house roller that does exactly what it says on the tin: moves bodies.
A polished 133 BPM mainstage missile that trades underground grit for sky-high serotonin, built for peak-time sun and outstretched hands.
Relentless melodic thrust engineered for peak-time floors where nuance goes to die.
A propulsive 133-BPM speed-garage weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor velocity.
I keep this major-label latin-tech juggernaut locked for its festival-sized vocal and 128 BPM convert-bait precision.
Jaquet reroutes a familiar ghost through Afro-house percussion and peak-time prog pressure, locking the floor at 122.
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.
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.
A tidy 120 BPM bridge tool with enough Afro-tinged momentum to keep the floor breathing between peak-time assaults.
A vocal-led missile cruising at 125 BPM, precision-tooled for peak-time progressive devastation.
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 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.
Rides a 130 BPM wave of speed-garage nostalgia with enough horsepower to fill a daytime floor without rewriting the rave playbook.
I’d air this at 122bpm where its Kompakt melodies hover, all minor-key atmosphere and tasteful, driven restraint.
I keep this 130bpm pressure-cooker handy for slipping between peak-time bombs without losing the floor.
A 125-bpm freight train of polished pop-house that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor saturation.
Nine-out-of-ten melodic prog finery built for daylight floors where emotion and momentum collide.
A sugar-rush vocal chopped over skittering 130bpm speed-garage drums that practically demands a daytime crowd.
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.
Relentless 122 BPM deep house pressure built for the floor, but the absence of a vocal keeps it firmly insider territory.
A 130-BPM speed-garage juggernaut that bruises the subs, though its absent vocal hook keeps it just shy of crossover appeal.
A chunky, rolling 128-bpm house cut built for peak-time floors and effortless crowd connection.
Big-room pop-house with a vocal hook sticky enough to turn first-timers into 125 BPM converts.
A 128 BPM instrumental juggernaut I can ride from deep hypnosis into peak-time abandon.
Warm melodic prog that rides a 122-BPM pulse straight into the emotive end of the night.
Ibiza-ready melodic tech-house with a sleek 125 BPM stride and enough daytime energy to move a terrace without breaking a sweat.
A relentless 130-BPM peak-time weapon where a razor-sharp vocal rides a ten-out-of-ten energy surge.
A 130 BPM vocal grenade polished for peak-time abandon; unsubtle, undeniable, and ruthlessly effective.
Super Flu reshape Clark's voice into a propulsive, hook-laden missile aimed squarely at golden-hour peak time.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
A polished 133bpm crossover cut that trades underground grit for daytime gloss, but the vocal hooks still land with precision.
I reach for this 130 BPM A-flat minor roller whenever the floor needs a melodic breather without losing peak-time momentum.
Sleek, main-stage tech trance built for arms-up moments and closing-set euphoria.
Bedford’s vocal still soars, yet the 146 BPM pulse now breathes through ambient fog, trading club euphoria for patient, after-hours reverie.
Widescreen after-hours prog that swaps peak-time bombast for hooky, atmospheric tension at a relentless 125bpm.
A soaring vocal rides a relentless 133 BPM groove, turning heartbreak into peak-time fuel without losing its daytime charm.
Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.
A 122 BPM G minor house cut that weaponises its vocal hook into pure peak-time serotonin; built for hands-up moments and reckless grins.
Vocal house at festival scale that somehow keeps its dignity, marrying big-room thrust to a surprisingly refined pulse.
A sleek 128 BPM roller that weaponises a recognisable vocal into peak-time ammunition, built for main-room pressure.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
That vocal hook sinks into a driving 128-BPM groove, turning any tent into a daytime communion.
A slow-motion pressure cooker from Kindisch that weaponises 107 BPM into something far heavier than the tempo implies.
Breaks-driven melodrama at house velocity, polished enough for daylight but fierce enough to command a floor.
Tribal percussion and a searching vocal collide at 128 BPM, channelling relentless energy into credible daytime territory.
A relentless 130 BPM electro jolt with enough voltage to power a room, though it leaves you hungry for a vocal to latch onto.
High-gloss progressive house built for sunlit terraces, marrying organic warmth to relentless 125 BPM forward motion.
Mainstream electro house with a festival-sized hook and enough 11A drive to command a midday floor.
Organic downtempo that murmurs rather than ignites, best served when the floor is thinning and the lights come up.
Relentless yet supple after-hours hypnosis, all warm texture and locked organic groove.
I keep returning to this 130 BPM chassis where Cari Golden's vocal turns accessible house into a hands-in-the-air sermon bigger than the booth.
A vocal hook sharp enough to cut glass, flung across a 125bpm melodic house chassis with relentless, room-filling energy.
I’d call this a serotonin-soaked vocal roller: sleek D-minor tech house at 125 that makes accessibility feel like a feature.
A vocal bass loop locked into 130 BPM minimal pressure, purpose-built for sunlit floors and early-hour swagger.
A 133 BPM peak-time assault where shredded vocals collide with industrial grit, built for floors that prefer their trance with teeth.
Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.
A 125 BPM main-stage missile that weaponises 5B tension into pure peak-time release.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
A festival-sized payload delivered at 143 BPM with the subtlety of a siren, engineered for hands-up hysteria under strobes.
I’d ride this 125 bpm E minor bullet deep into the morning: stripped-back Solid Grooves pressure, a vocal that demands total surrender.
I’d ride this 133-BPM roller all night: Eastenderz minimalism distilled into pure, after-hours forward motion.