The chart · Sun, 11 Oct 2026
What ranked that day — the Ninja's blend, archived as it stood.
top 100 of 586 ranked · today's chart
The charts are wall-to-wall house today, with Franky R
The chart that day
A 130 BPM A-minor juggernaut where a razor-wire vocal hook rides a thundering electro-house groove built for peak-time surrender.
A sugar-rush vocal rides a 140 BPM trance chassis, built to convert the curious into committed floor disciples.
A main-stage missile dressed in deep-house silk, cruising at 130 with enough energy to torch the floor.
A polished 130 BPM crossover weapon where a monster vocal hook meets peak-time house pressure.
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 feverish Latin-house missile built for big tents, where that vocal hook sinks its teeth in and refuses to let go.
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.
Relentless 128-bpm house with a vocal hook that digs in deep—tension dialled to nine and polished for the main room.
A vocal hook sharp enough to cut glass, flung across a 125bpm melodic house chassis with relentless, room-filling energy.
A relentless 128-bpm house juggernaut with indie-dance hooks that turns any room into a midday sweatbox.
A 136 BPM peak-time bomb where a massive vocal hook hijacks the room.
A brisk 133 BPM bridge between rolling house utility and peak-time trance tension, built for accessible club momentum.
Lush progressive grooves escalate into a main-stage payload that feels inevitable without ever cheapening the climb.
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.
Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.
Solid, high-energy Toolroom tackle that drives the floor hard even if it lacks a truly memorable hook.
A 146 BPM sugar-rush of Euro-house adrenaline that weaponises its vocal hook into pure peak-time mania.
I’d ride this bruised minor-key melody straight into peak-time, no hesitation.
A 130 BPM main-stage missile in key 10B that trades restraint for full-throated euphoria, precision-built to unite a festival horizon.
A brittle vocal anchors 122 BPM organic prog, offering a bruised, playable interlude between heavier peak-time weapons.
A sun-drenched 125 BPM ascent I’d happily stream across any terrace worth its salt.
A 133bpm Drumcode overhaul that weaponises the original anthem into a mainstage juggernaut.
I keep coming back to the way these hooks ride a relentless 122 BPM pulse, primed for a communal daytime sweatbox.
I’d drop this at 125 BPM on a sun-drenched terrace, where its bullish glide turns progressive house into pure momentum.
I’d reach for this slow-blooming breakbeat meditation that trades peak-time fireworks for quiet, 3 AM transcendence.
A glossy, serotonin-drenched vocal cut that weaponises melody for the mainstage without sacrificing progressive house credibility.
A belting vocal hook strapped to lean 125 BPM drums, built purely for peak-time elevation.
A sleek, Ibiza-primed weapon that trades dark-room tension for sun-drenched groove without sacrificing punch.
I’d reach for this glossy 125 BPM progressive roller when the floor needs sun-drenched melody without surrendering its bite.
A 125 BPM main-stage missile that weaponises 5B tension into pure peak-time release.
A fist-pumping vocal refrain rides a relentless 125-bpm groove, tailor-made for peak-time surrender.
This is what happens when a vocal hook refuses to behave: rolling tech house suddenly acquires teeth and a sense of occasion.
A polished peak-time cruiser that trades underground grit for widescreen accessibility, perfect for warming the main stage.
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 sun-drenched 122 BPM progressive roller that channels peak energy into a fluid, organic groove built for open-air mornings.
A dub-tinged, 120-BPM after-hours cruiser that swaps neon for noir, letting its high-energy tension seethe rather than explode.
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.
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.
Big-room melodic prog with a sugar-rush hook, engineered for sun-drenched festival afternoons.
Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.
Peak-time dub pressure soaked in amber warmth; a hypnotic 128 BPM cruiser that blurs sunset into sweat.
Level-9 energy funnelled into a 133bpm deep-tech bounce that works the daylight hours without losing its edge.
Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.
A sun-drenched progressive roller that marries organic warmth to a relentless 120 BPM chassis, built for open-air mornings and hopeful dancefloors.
A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.
Ninja Tune progressive house at full tilt—polished, propulsive, and just weird enough to keep the heads interested.
I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.
Raw voltage surges at 125 BPM, a mutant hardware workout that drags the dancefloor into claustrophobic, high-intensity ecstasy.
I would drop this 120 BPM, 3A weapon when the sun hits its zenith and the mainstage needs hands-in-the-air propulsion.
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 peak-time, crowd-pleasing remix that threads a familiar riff through high-pressure tech trance mechanics.
Razor-sharp electro at 140 BPM, built like a gleaming missile for peak-time floors.
A vocal hook sharp enough to slice through 140 BPM pressure, bridging techno grit and trance euphoria without losing floor focus.
A polished 128-bpm cruiser that trades underground grit for poolside gloss, perfect for when the terrace demands energy without aggression.
Vocal hooks grip a rolling 120 BPM groove, conjuring a euphoric progressive house room that refuses to empty.
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.
High-gloss progressive house built for sunlit terraces, marrying organic warmth to relentless 125 BPM forward motion.
Widescreen after-hours prog that swaps peak-time bombast for hooky, atmospheric tension at a relentless 125bpm.
Unrelenting peak-time artillery built for mainstage sweat and strobe-lit abandon.
Polished breaks at 128 BPM carry SOARR’s vocals skyward, though the architecture feels comfortably familiar rather than fearless.
A lean, sinewy fusion of electro pressure and garage swing that hits the floor with intent.
I’d ride this 125 bpm E minor bullet deep into the morning: stripped-back Solid Grooves pressure, a vocal that demands total surrender.