The chart · Fri, 09 Oct 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 584 ranked · today's chart
House is running the charts, with Franky Rizardo doubling up on LTF Records and that Solomun, Skepta and Dom Dolla blockbuster inside the top five. The story is total four-four dominance: aside from Dart and Ewan McVicar's trance detour and ADR's techno, it is wall-to-wall house. I reckon the crowd has it dead right putting Chromeo and Chris Lorenzo at the summit, though Mau P's bassline roller ought to be higher than fifth.
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 relentless 128 BPM charge through 10A tension, marrying CircoLoco pedigree with a warehouse-sized hook that demands peak-time surrender.
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 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.
A sugar-rush vocal rides a 140 BPM trance chassis, built to convert the curious into committed floor disciples.
Relentless 128-bpm house with a vocal hook that digs in deep—tension dialled to nine and polished for the main room.
A feverish Latin-house missile built for big tents, where that vocal hook sinks its teeth in and refuses to let go.
Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.
Lush progressive grooves escalate into a main-stage payload that feels inevitable without ever cheapening the climb.
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.
A brisk 133 BPM bridge between rolling house utility and peak-time trance tension, built for accessible club momentum.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
A lean, mainstage torque-machine built to bridge vocal peaks without dropping pressure.
A peak-time, crowd-pleasing remix that threads a familiar riff through high-pressure tech trance mechanics.
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.
Sarah De Warren’s vocal soars over a 130 BPM chassis, turning peak-time aggression into something almost anthemic without sacrificing floor weight.
A polished peak-time cruiser that trades underground grit for widescreen accessibility, perfect for warming the main stage.
I’d reach for this glossy 125 BPM progressive roller when the floor needs sun-drenched melody without surrendering its bite.
A 130 BPM main-stage missile in key 10B that trades restraint for full-throated euphoria, precision-built to unite a festival horizon.
I’d reach for this slow-blooming breakbeat meditation that trades peak-time fireworks for quiet, 3 AM transcendence.
A sleek, Ibiza-primed weapon that trades dark-room tension for sun-drenched groove without sacrificing punch.
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.
Egyptian Lover tightens the bolts on this Clone Royal Oak electro cut, sending 130-BPM voltage through the floorboards with unapologetic menace.
I'd call this a stripped-back, vocal-led juggernaut that proves how lethal minimalism can feel at full tilt.
Organic, hypnotic tension at 118 BPM that feels like breathing machinery in a dark room.
A peak-time steamroller at 122 BPM with festival-scale ambition, though its instrumental frame leaves a ghost-shaped hole where a vocal hook should live.
Peak-time dub pressure soaked in amber warmth; a hypnotic 128 BPM cruiser that blurs sunset into sweat.
A sleek, high-voltage electro cut that converts the floor into a single, surging organism without ever breaking its cool.
I’d deploy this 133-bpm juggernaut at peak time: raw voltage channelled into unrelenting, late-night hypnosis.
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 slow, seething late-night burner that trades standard urgency for a deeper, organic hypnosis.
Melodic breaks at festival velocity, aching with synth lines built for midday sun and sweat.
A major-label vocal thumper that trades subtlety for sheer dancefloor utility; the hook lands, but expect déjà vu.
Ninja Tune progressive house at full tilt—polished, propulsive, and just weird enough to keep the heads interested.
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.
A glossy, serotonin-drenched vocal cut that weaponises melody for the mainstage without sacrificing progressive house credibility.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
Percussive drive and progressive framework collide at 122 BPM, making a fierce bridge between vocal records.
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.
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.
Vocal hooks grip a rolling 120 BPM groove, conjuring a euphoric progressive house room that refuses to empty.
A 146 BPM sugar-rush of Euro-house adrenaline that weaponises its vocal hook into pure peak-time mania.
A lean, sinewy fusion of electro pressure and garage swing that hits the floor with intent.
I’d ride this bruised minor-key melody straight into peak-time, no hesitation.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
Level-9 energy funnelled into a 133bpm deep-tech bounce that works the daylight hours without losing its edge.
Relentless 128 BPM peak-time propulsion that bridges progressive melodicism with modern electro muscle.
Organic percussion and a proper earworm hook turn this 120 BPM cut into peak-time gold.
High-gloss progressive house built for sunlit terraces, marrying organic warmth to relentless 125 BPM forward motion.
Relentless yet supple after-hours hypnosis, all warm texture and locked organic groove.
A warm, driving progressive cut that sacrifices vocal memorability for tasteful, floor-focused momentum.
Unrelenting peak-time artillery built for mainstage sweat and strobe-lit abandon.
Up The Stuss reliability: a 130-bpm groove chassis that runs warm but never quite finds its melodic destination.
I let this relentless 133bpm Up The Stuss hypnosis grip the floor in late-night lock.
Those bells still cut through 4 AM haze with surgical precision, even if every hand in the room already knows the score.
Polished breaks at 128 BPM carry SOARR’s vocals skyward, though the architecture feels comfortably familiar rather than fearless.