The chart · Fri, 02 Oct 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 561 ranked · today's chart
The charts are overwhelmingly ruled by house music from front to back, yet it is Faithless sitting at the summit with Adam Beyer's tech-trance rework that steals the narrative. Mau P brings bassline heat at number two, but the real story is how a Drumcode anthem has hijacked a list otherwise drowning in four-to-the-floor kicks. I am fully behind that peak: the crowd needs that darker, driving energy far more than another polite house loop.
The chart that day
A 133bpm Drumcode overhaul that weaponises the original anthem into a mainstage juggernaut.
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.
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 peak-time missile built on a 125 BPM chassis that demands hands-up compliance and never lets the floor exhale.
A vocal hook sharp enough to cut glass, flung across a 125bpm melodic house chassis with relentless, room-filling energy.
A relentless 128 BPM charge through 10A tension, marrying CircoLoco pedigree with a warehouse-sized hook that demands peak-time surrender.
I keep this major-label latin-tech juggernaut locked for its festival-sized vocal and 128 BPM convert-bait precision.
A widescreen vocal rides 10B progressive trance at 130 BPM, trading underground cred for main-stage uplift and peak-time populism.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
A 136 BPM peak-time bomb where a massive vocal hook hijacks the room.
A tidy 120 BPM bridge tool with enough Afro-tinged momentum to keep the floor breathing between peak-time assaults.
A propulsive 133-BPM speed-garage weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor velocity.
A sun-drenched 128-bpm hook machine built for big stages and daytime abandon, all minor-key gleam and festival muscle.
Sarah De Warren’s vocal soars over a 130 BPM chassis, turning peak-time aggression into something almost anthemic without sacrificing floor weight.
A gleaming 125 BPM main-stage missile that trades shadow for sheer, unrelenting crowd euphoria.
A glossy, full-throttle vocal house weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer dancefloor immediacy.
I’d reach for this glossy 125 BPM progressive roller when the floor needs sun-drenched melody without surrendering its bite.
Percussive drive and progressive framework collide at 122 BPM, making a fierce bridge between vocal records.
A sleek, Ibiza-primed weapon that trades dark-room tension for sun-drenched groove without sacrificing punch.
A polished 128 BPM deep house cruiser that trades risk for reliability, perfect for sun-drenched festival slots where energy matters more than edge.
A festival-sized payload delivered at 143 BPM with the subtlety of a siren, engineered for hands-up hysteria under strobes.
Electro soul machined to absolute peak voltage; a 130-BPM masterclass that still turns every room 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.
A sleek, vocal-threaded minimal house cut I'd programme between peak-time bombs without losing the floor.
Raw Klasse Wrecks electro stripped to sparking wires and sent hurtling at a hundred-and-thirty.
I'd call this a stripped-back, vocal-led juggernaut that proves how lethal minimalism can feel at full tilt.
Stadium-sized progressive warmth at 120 BPM, stitching minor-key longing to a high-energy groove made for sunlit floors.
Rides a 130 BPM wave of speed-garage nostalgia with enough horsepower to fill a daytime floor without rewriting the rave playbook.
A 140-BPM mainstage missile where a searing vocal cuts through 4A darkness, built for peak-time daylight surrender.
I’d slam this 125-bpm Rother remodel straight into peak-time rotation and watch the room buckle.
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 hypnotic 115-BPM slow-burner that trades velocity for high-voltage texture and after-hours shadow.
I’d bet the floor on this vocal hook: a 125 BPM progressive juggernaut that turns reciprocity into pure motion.
A 128 BPM peak-time battering ram with a vocal hook big enough to drag first-timers straight onto the floor.
Sun-drenched Defected mechanics built for the main-stage lawn, all polished 130 BPM momentum and hands-in-the-air composure.
Solid, high-energy Toolroom tackle that drives the floor hard even if it lacks a truly memorable hook.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
Anthemic melodic house that turns 125 BPM efficiency into a widescreen, peak-time rush.
A vocal-led Afro House cruiser that trades outright risk for pure floor utility at a locked 120.
Accessible tech trance with a funked-up backbone, built for daytime primetime and mainstage momentum.
A 125-bpm freight train of polished pop-house that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor saturation.
Relentless 133 BPM pressure in B minor that main-stages hard yet aches for a human voice to break the seal.
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.
Wu-Tang's grit meets peak-time steel at 130bpm, a collision of legacy and laser-focused club weight that demands the main room.
I still reach for this 125-BPM masterclass whenever I need a deep-house groove that turns the room into one breathing organism.
Vocal house at festival scale that somehow keeps its dignity, marrying big-room thrust to a surprisingly refined pulse.
Mainstream electro house with a festival-sized hook and enough 11A drive to command a midday floor.
A muscular 128 BPM house roller that does exactly what it says on the tin: moves bodies.
Nine-out-of-ten melodic prog finery built for daylight floors where emotion and momentum collide.
Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.
My kind of 140bpm depth charge in 1A: Mutual Rytm’s pressurised, peak-time darkness made physical.
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 polished progressive cut that trades instant gratification for slow-burning dancefloor hypnosis.
Sleek, main-stage tech trance built for arms-up moments and closing-set euphoria.
A peak-time, crowd-pleasing remix that threads a familiar riff through high-pressure tech trance mechanics.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
A sleek, high-pressure rework that turns the floor into a piston chamber at one-twenty-five.
Polished breaks at 128 BPM carry SOARR’s vocals skyward, though the architecture feels comfortably familiar rather than fearless.
A slow-motion pressure cooker from Kindisch that weaponises 107 BPM into something far heavier than the tempo implies.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.
I'd drop this recognisable vocal over its 128 BPM electro house chassis, turning familiarity into dancefloor currency.
Anthemic progressive house that wields its 125 BPM muscle with surprising elegance, built for peak-time ascension.
Widescreen after-hours prog that swaps peak-time bombast for hooky, atmospheric tension at a relentless 125bpm.
A 130 BPM main-stage missile in key 10B that trades restraint for full-throated euphoria, precision-built to unite a festival horizon.
High-gloss progressive house built for sunlit terraces, marrying organic warmth to relentless 125 BPM forward motion.
A lean, sinewy fusion of electro pressure and garage swing that hits the floor with intent.
At 122 bpm in 4A, this is the sound of 4 a.m. gratitude: melodic, weightless, and impossibly bittersweet.
Organic house melodies glide over a driving 120-BPM backbone, bridging peak-time energy with sunlit terrace poise.
Ibiza-ready progressive house at 122BPM in E minor: melodic, driving, and instrumentally solid without needing a vocal.
Ivory turns RY X’s vocal into a 125 BPM mantra, balancing Innervisions elegance with peak-time muscle.
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 narcotic half-speed exhale that turns the floor into a shoulder-rolling haze, too slow to peak but perfect for golden-hour comedowns.