The chart · Tue, 06 Oct 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 621 ranked · today's chart
The charts are dominated by house, with Del30 and Chewna at the summit and over a dozen four-to-the-floor cuts packing the top twenty. Franky Rizardo is the story of the week, doubling up at positions ten and fifteen. I agree with the crowd on the house saturation, but Mau P’s "Just A Little Bit More" is a heavier weapon than its number seven position suggests.
The chart that day
A peak-time missile built on a 125 BPM chassis that demands hands-up compliance and never lets the floor exhale.
A brisk 133 BPM bridge between rolling house utility and peak-time trance tension, built for accessible club momentum.
A polished 130 BPM crossover weapon where a monster vocal hook meets peak-time house pressure.
Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
A main-stage missile dressed in deep-house silk, cruising at 130 with enough energy to torch the floor.
A vocal hook sharp enough to cut glass, flung across a 125bpm melodic house chassis with relentless, room-filling energy.
A 130 BPM main-stage missile in key 10B that trades restraint for full-throated euphoria, precision-built to unite a festival horizon.
A 130 BPM A-minor juggernaut where a razor-wire vocal hook rides a thundering electro-house groove built for peak-time surrender.
A feverish Latin-house missile built for big tents, where that vocal hook sinks its teeth in and refuses to let go.
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 maximalist vocal house missile built for peak-time abandon, where the hook grips the room and refuses to let go.
A gleaming 125 BPM main-stage missile that trades shadow for sheer, unrelenting crowd euphoria.
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 major-label vocal thumper that trades subtlety for sheer dancefloor utility; the hook lands, but expect déjà vu.
Solid, high-energy Toolroom tackle that drives the floor hard even if it lacks a truly memorable hook.
A screaming 146 BPM hardstyle juggernaut where the vocal hook does all the heavy lifting against T78’s merciless peak-time framework.
Organic percussion and a proper earworm hook turn this 120 BPM cut into peak-time gold.
I'd call this a stripped-back, vocal-led juggernaut that proves how lethal minimalism can feel at full tilt.
A 133bpm Drumcode overhaul that weaponises the original anthem into a mainstage juggernaut.
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.
Unrelenting peak-time artillery built for mainstage sweat and strobe-lit abandon.
A propulsive 133-BPM speed-garage weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor velocity.
A 122 BPM minor-key surge that channels peak-time voltage into warm, soulful deep house mechanics.
I’d reach for this glossy 125 BPM progressive roller when the floor needs sun-drenched melody without surrendering its bite.
A 128 BPM sugar-rush of vocal-led pressure that wears its heart on the kick drum, built for peak-time abandon and instant grins.
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.
Anthemic progressive house that wields its 125 BPM muscle with surprising elegance, built for peak-time ascension.
Relentless 133 BPM pressure in B minor that main-stages hard yet aches for a human voice to break the seal.
Searing 128 BPM tension funnelled through deep, hypnotic corridors; a peak-time weapon from a trusted imprint.
A sugar-rush vocal rides a 140 BPM trance chassis, built to convert the curious into committed floor disciples.
Up The Stuss reliability: a 130-bpm groove chassis that runs warm but never quite finds its melodic destination.
A vocal-led missile cruising at 125 BPM, precision-tooled for peak-time progressive devastation.
Credible late-night progressive house with a taut 122 BPM groove, though its safety keeps it from true transcendence.
A lysergic 130bpm electro juggernaut that melts the floor without sacrificing its leftfield edge.
I still reach for this 125-BPM masterclass whenever I need a deep-house groove that turns the room into one breathing organism.
A precision-tooled 128 BPM missile that welds melodic accessibility to tech-trance ferocity without scorching the floor.
At 122 bpm in 4A, this is the sound of 4 a.m. gratitude: melodic, weightless, and impossibly bittersweet.
Egyptian Lover tightens the bolts on this Clone Royal Oak electro cut, sending 130-BPM voltage through the floorboards with unapologetic menace.
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 peak-time melodic hammer that trades subtlety for sheer lift, built for big rooms and bigger emotions.
A widescreen vocal rides 10B progressive trance at 130 BPM, trading underground cred for main-stage uplift and peak-time populism.
A relentless 128 BPM electro charge that turns the club into a pressure cooker of raw, hooky voltage.
A sleek 128-bpm deep house cut that slots neatly between peak-time weapons without losing the room’s momentum.
I’d slot this slick, sun-drenched driver into any daytime set, trading anthemic bombast for sustained, organic momentum.
A muscular 122 BPM progressive driver that sacrifices melody for momentum, leaving the floor energised but emotionally underfed.
A vocal-led 130 bpm juggernaut I would drop to bridge deep grooves and peak-time pandemonium without sacrificing precision.
A slow, seething late-night burner that trades standard urgency for a deeper, organic hypnosis.
Ninja Tune progressive house at full tilt—polished, propulsive, and just weird enough to keep the heads interested.
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.
Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.
I’d slot this sun-drenched vocal hook at 122 BPM straight into a sunset set, bridging polished mainstage uplift with poolside melodic ease.
Abracadabra's latest weapon pairs a 122 BPM gallop with after-hours melancholy, proving progressive house still breathes.
I’d happily ride this 120 BPM surge, yet its missing vocal hook keeps it in my toolbox, not the anthem pile.
I’d deploy this 133-bpm juggernaut at peak time: raw voltage channelled into unrelenting, late-night hypnosis.
Relentless yet supple after-hours hypnosis, all warm texture and locked organic groove.
I’d slam this 125-bpm Rother remodel straight into peak-time rotation and watch the room buckle.
A hypnotic 115-BPM slow-burner that trades velocity for high-voltage texture and after-hours shadow.
Raw Klasse Wrecks electro stripped to sparking wires and sent hurtling at a hundred-and-thirty.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
A featured vocal rides 120 BPM organic percussion, bridging daytime accessibility with credible club energy and human warmth.
Vocal fire and a rolling 125 BPM chassis built to command sunlit main stages.
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.
A festival-ready weapon that weaponises its own cheeriness; the hook hits like serotonin in 130-BPM lockstep.
Polished breaks at 128 BPM carry SOARR’s vocals skyward, though the architecture feels comfortably familiar rather than fearless.
Electro soul machined to absolute peak voltage; a 130-BPM masterclass that still turns every room into a pressure chamber.
Raw veteran voltage: stripped 128-BPM machinery that weaponises the floor without mercy.
Sun-drenched Defected mechanics built for the main-stage lawn, all polished 130 BPM momentum and hands-in-the-air composure.
High-gloss progressive house built for sunlit terraces, marrying organic warmth to relentless 125 BPM forward motion.
Level-9 energy funnelled into a 133bpm deep-tech bounce that works the daylight hours without losing its edge.