The chart · Thu, 08 Oct 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 589 ranked · today's chart
The charts are locked in a house music stranglehold, with four-to-the-floor grooves swallowing nearly every position and the biggest talking point being Solomun, Skepta and Dom Dolla linking up for "DANGER DANGER" inside the top five. I back the crowd's love for that electro house cut, but ADR (UK)'s "My Way" at three feels too low; that techno record outclasses much of the safer house surrounding it.
The chart that day
A polished 130 BPM crossover weapon where a monster vocal hook meets peak-time house pressure.
A main-stage missile dressed in deep-house silk, cruising at 130 with enough energy to torch the floor.
A 130 BPM A-minor juggernaut where a razor-wire vocal hook rides a thundering electro-house groove built for peak-time surrender.
Unapologetic daytime elation at 133 BPM: a vocal hook sharp enough to cut the biggest rig.
A peak-time missile built on a 125 BPM chassis that demands hands-up compliance and never lets the floor exhale.
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.
A maximalist vocal house missile built for peak-time abandon, where the hook grips the room and refuses to let go.
A vocal hook sharp enough to cut glass, flung across a 125bpm melodic house chassis with relentless, room-filling energy.
Relentless 128-bpm house with a vocal hook that digs in deep—tension dialled to nine and polished for the main room.
Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.
Sarah De Warren’s vocal soars over a 130 BPM chassis, turning peak-time aggression into something almost anthemic without sacrificing floor weight.
A sugar-rush vocal rides a 140 BPM trance chassis, built to convert the curious into committed floor disciples.
Raw Detroit steel at 140 BPM, atmospheric and utterly uncompromising.
Solid, high-energy Toolroom tackle that drives the floor hard even if it lacks a truly memorable hook.
A 136 BPM peak-time bomb where a massive vocal hook hijacks the room.
A 133bpm Drumcode overhaul that weaponises the original anthem into a mainstage juggernaut.
Searing 133 BPM tech-trance pressure with a commanding vocal hook; a peak-time weapon that bites harder than your average daytime filler.
A feverish Latin-house missile built for big tents, where that vocal hook sinks its teeth in and refuses to let go.
A screaming 146 BPM hardstyle juggernaut where the vocal hook does all the heavy lifting against T78’s merciless peak-time framework.
Unrelenting peak-time artillery built for mainstage sweat and strobe-lit abandon.
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.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
Egyptian Lover tightens the bolts on this Clone Royal Oak electro cut, sending 130-BPM voltage through the floorboards with unapologetic menace.
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.
Vocal fire and a rolling 125 BPM chassis built to command sunlit main stages.
Percussive drive and progressive framework collide at 122 BPM, making a fierce bridge between vocal records.
I’d reach for this glossy 125 BPM progressive roller when the floor needs sun-drenched melody without surrendering its bite.
Up The Stuss reliability: a 130-bpm groove chassis that runs warm but never quite finds its melodic destination.
Melodic breaks at festival velocity, aching with synth lines built for midday sun and sweat.
A sleek, Ibiza-primed weapon that trades dark-room tension for sun-drenched groove without sacrificing punch.
Credible late-night progressive house with a taut 122 BPM groove, though its safety keeps it from true transcendence.
A 130 BPM main-stage missile in key 10B that trades restraint for full-throated euphoria, precision-built to unite a festival horizon.
Searing 128 BPM tension funnelled through deep, hypnotic corridors; a peak-time weapon from a trusted imprint.
I'd call this a stripped-back, vocal-led juggernaut that proves how lethal minimalism can feel at full tilt.
Ninja Tune progressive house at full tilt—polished, propulsive, and just weird enough to keep the heads interested.
Lush progressive grooves escalate into a main-stage payload that feels inevitable without ever cheapening the climb.
A lysergic 130bpm electro juggernaut that melts the floor without sacrificing its leftfield edge.
Organic, hypnotic tension at 118 BPM that feels like breathing machinery in a dark room.
A heart-on-sleeve vocal hook welded to a lean, high-velocity machine groove; pure peak-time melodrama.
Relentless yet supple after-hours hypnosis, all warm texture and locked organic groove.
A brisk 133 BPM bridge between rolling house utility and peak-time trance tension, built for accessible club momentum.
A propulsive 133-BPM speed-garage weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor velocity.
A slow, seething late-night burner that trades standard urgency for a deeper, organic hypnosis.
A vocal-led missile cruising at 125 BPM, precision-tooled for peak-time progressive devastation.
Peak-time dub pressure soaked in amber warmth; a hypnotic 128 BPM cruiser that blurs sunset into sweat.
I’d slot this slick, sun-drenched driver into any daytime set, trading anthemic bombast for sustained, organic momentum.
A major-label vocal thumper that trades subtlety for sheer dancefloor utility; the hook lands, but expect déjà vu.
I’d deploy this 133-bpm juggernaut at peak time: raw voltage channelled into unrelenting, late-night hypnosis.
Organic percussion and a proper earworm hook turn this 120 BPM cut into peak-time gold.
A muscular 122 BPM progressive driver that sacrifices melody for momentum, leaving the floor energised but emotionally underfed.
At 122 bpm in 4A, this is the sound of 4 a.m. gratitude: melodic, weightless, and impossibly bittersweet.
A sleek, high-voltage electro cut that converts the floor into a single, surging organism without ever breaking its cool.
A relentless 128 BPM electro charge that turns the club into a pressure cooker of raw, hooky voltage.
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.
A precision-tooled 128 BPM missile that welds melodic accessibility to tech-trance ferocity without scorching the floor.
A belting vocal hook strapped to lean 125 BPM drums, built purely for peak-time elevation.
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 glossy, serotonin-drenched vocal cut that weaponises melody for the mainstage without sacrificing progressive house credibility.
Anthemic progressive house that wields its 125 BPM muscle with surprising elegance, built for peak-time ascension.
I’d slam this 125-bpm Rother remodel straight into peak-time rotation and watch the room buckle.
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 slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
A lean, sinewy fusion of electro pressure and garage swing that hits the floor with intent.
Polished breaks at 128 BPM carry SOARR’s vocals skyward, though the architecture feels comfortably familiar rather than fearless.
A polished peak-time cruiser that trades underground grit for widescreen accessibility, perfect for warming the main stage.
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.
Those bells still cut through 4 AM haze with surgical precision, even if every hand in the room already knows the score.