The chart · Sun, 04 Oct 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 580 ranked · today's chart
The charts belong to four-to-the-floor House this week, with James Hype claiming two spots and Hemel's "Let the Drums Talk" taking the crown for Progressive House. I am glad the crowd has pushed Hemel to the top, as that record deserves its moment over the endless loop of functional club tools filling the rest of the list. Still, thirteen House records in one countdown is enough to make any selector crave a little more variety.
The chart that day
Percussive drive and progressive framework collide at 122 BPM, making a fierce bridge between vocal records.
A peak-time missile built on a 125 BPM chassis that demands hands-up compliance and never lets the floor exhale.
A brittle vocal anchors 122 BPM organic prog, offering a bruised, playable interlude between heavier peak-time weapons.
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
A vocal hook sharp enough to cut glass, flung across a 125bpm melodic house chassis with relentless, room-filling energy.
A breezy, high-energy vocal house cut that beams with 130 BPM optimism and zero pretension.
Relentless 128-bpm house with a vocal hook that digs in deep—tension dialled to nine and polished for the main room.
A gleaming 125 BPM main-stage missile that trades shadow for sheer, unrelenting crowd euphoria.
A maximalist vocal house missile built for peak-time abandon, where the hook grips the room and refuses to let go.
A relentless 128 BPM charge through 10A tension, marrying CircoLoco pedigree with a warehouse-sized hook that demands peak-time surrender.
A polished progressive cut that trades instant gratification for slow-burning dancefloor hypnosis.
A polished 130 BPM crossover weapon where a monster vocal hook meets peak-time house pressure.
A 130 BPM main-stage missile in key 10B that trades restraint for full-throated euphoria, precision-built to unite a festival horizon.
A widescreen vocal rides 10B progressive trance at 130 BPM, trading underground cred for main-stage uplift and peak-time populism.
I'd call this a stripped-back, vocal-led juggernaut that proves how lethal minimalism can feel at full tilt.
I’d reach for this glossy 125 BPM progressive roller when the floor needs sun-drenched melody without surrendering its bite.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
Solid, high-energy Toolroom tackle that drives the floor hard even if it lacks a truly memorable hook.
A 122 BPM minor-key surge that channels peak-time voltage into warm, soulful deep house mechanics.
A 136 BPM peak-time bomb where a massive vocal hook hijacks the room.
A screaming 146 BPM hardstyle juggernaut where the vocal hook does all the heavy lifting against T78’s merciless peak-time framework.
A propulsive 133-BPM speed-garage weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor velocity.
A 133bpm Drumcode overhaul that weaponises the original anthem into a mainstage juggernaut.
A peak-time, crowd-pleasing remix that threads a familiar riff through high-pressure tech trance mechanics.
Anthemic progressive house that wields its 125 BPM muscle with surprising elegance, built for peak-time ascension.
At 122 bpm in 4A, this is the sound of 4 a.m. gratitude: melodic, weightless, and impossibly bittersweet.
A 128 BPM peak-time battering ram with a vocal hook big enough to drag first-timers straight onto the floor.
A sleek, Ibiza-primed weapon that trades dark-room tension for sun-drenched groove without sacrificing punch.
Ninja Tune progressive house at full tilt—polished, propulsive, and just weird enough to keep the heads interested.
Electro soul machined to absolute peak voltage; a 130-BPM masterclass that still turns every room into a pressure chamber.
Unrelenting peak-time artillery built for mainstage sweat and strobe-lit abandon.
Organic percussion and a proper earworm hook turn this 120 BPM cut into peak-time gold.
I’d slot this sun-drenched vocal hook at 122 BPM straight into a sunset set, bridging polished mainstage uplift with poolside melodic ease.
Searing 133 BPM tech-trance pressure with a commanding vocal hook; a peak-time weapon that bites harder than your average daytime filler.
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.
Stadium-sized progressive warmth at 120 BPM, stitching minor-key longing to a high-energy groove made for sunlit floors.
Sarah De Warren’s vocal soars over a 130 BPM chassis, turning peak-time aggression into something almost anthemic without sacrificing floor weight.
A wiry 125 BPM fever dream where deadpan vocals ride a bassline that refuses to quit, built for peak-time sweat and sideways smirks.
A rolling 128 BPM groove that channels peak-time Ibiza heat through A minor tension, purpose-built for sun-drenched floors and big systems.
I still reach for this 125-BPM masterclass whenever I need a deep-house groove that turns the room into one breathing organism.
Rides a 130 BPM wave of speed-garage nostalgia with enough horsepower to fill a daytime floor without rewriting the rave playbook.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
A peak-time melodic hammer that trades subtlety for sheer lift, built for big rooms and bigger emotions.
A vocal-led 130 bpm juggernaut I would drop to bridge deep grooves and peak-time pandemonium without sacrificing precision.
Raw Klasse Wrecks electro stripped to sparking wires and sent hurtling at a hundred-and-thirty.
Up The Stuss reliability: a 130-bpm groove chassis that runs warm but never quite finds its melodic destination.
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 festival-sized payload delivered at 143 BPM with the subtlety of a siren, engineered for hands-up hysteria under strobes.
Polished breaks at 128 BPM carry SOARR’s vocals skyward, though the architecture feels comfortably familiar rather than fearless.
A muscular 122 BPM progressive driver that sacrifices melody for momentum, leaving the floor energised but emotionally underfed.
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.
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 relentless 128 BPM electro charge that turns the club into a pressure cooker of raw, hooky voltage.
Vocal house at festival scale that somehow keeps its dignity, marrying big-room thrust to a surprisingly refined pulse.
A 125-bpm freight train of polished pop-house that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor saturation.
A slow-motion pressure cooker from Kindisch that weaponises 107 BPM into something far heavier than the tempo implies.
I’d happily ride this 120 BPM surge, yet its missing vocal hook keeps it in my toolbox, not the anthem pile.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
A hypnotic 115-BPM slow-burner that trades velocity for high-voltage texture and after-hours shadow.
A tidy 120 BPM bridge tool with enough Afro-tinged momentum to keep the floor breathing between peak-time assaults.
Sun-drenched Defected mechanics built for the main-stage lawn, all polished 130 BPM momentum and hands-in-the-air composure.
At 125 BPM in F major, this vocal-led cut delivers glossy accessibility but rarely surprises beneath its polished surface sheen.
Mainstream electro house with a festival-sized hook and enough 11A drive to command a midday floor.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
A glossy, full-throttle vocal house weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer dancefloor immediacy.
Nine-out-of-ten melodic prog finery built for daylight floors where emotion and momentum collide.
A 140-BPM mainstage missile where a searing vocal cuts through 4A darkness, built for peak-time daylight surrender.
I'd drop this relentless 128 BPM vocal house missile when the room needs peak-time sweat and instant sing-alongs.
High-gloss progressive house built for sunlit terraces, marrying organic warmth to relentless 125 BPM forward motion.
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.
Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.
A sleek, vocal-threaded minimal house cut I'd programme between peak-time bombs without losing the floor.