The chart · Mon, 19 Oct 2026

A relentless 128 BPM charge through 10A tension, marrying CircoLoco pedigree with a warehouse-sized hook that demands peak-time surrender.

A vocal bass loop locked into 130 BPM minimal pressure, purpose-built for sunlit floors and early-hour swagger.

A soaring vocal rides a relentless 133 BPM groove, turning heartbreak into peak-time fuel without losing its daytime charm.

Tough swung breaks and a wiry bassline in 5A keep this at a persistent gallop without ever flattening into obviousness.

I reach for this when the room needs a shameless vocal hook and a brick-hard 128 BPM kick; polished, effective peak-time ammunition.

A 133bpm vocal house bullet that channels peak-time heat into something sleek enough for the discerning floor.

A breezy, high-energy vocal house cut that beams with 130 BPM optimism and zero pretension.

A 125 BPM loop locked in 4B at constant ten, trading dynamic range for steady, functional peak-time pressure.

This is Kolter trapping me at 130 BPM in a claustrophobic sweatbox of piston-pump groove and unrelenting after-hours pressure.

A sun-drenched vocal cut that fuses indie charm with house urgency, tailor-made for a daytime headline slot.

A peak-time missile built on a 125 BPM chassis that demands hands-up compliance and never lets the floor exhale.

A vocal-led cut that threads melancholy through a tight 128 BPM grid, built for the middle of a locked-in room.

Lean bassline geometry at 136 BPM, all sharp edges and 12A forward motion.

A 125 BPM vocal prog cut in A minor that feels chart-polished and slightly predictable.

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.

A maximalist vocal house missile built for peak-time abandon, where the hook grips the room and refuses to let go.

A feverish Latin-house missile built for big tents, where that vocal hook sinks its teeth in and refuses to let go.

I would drop this 128-BPM peak-time bomb in any warehouse set; it welds bass-house heft to a technoid grid with zero mercy.

Vocal chops and a 133bpm stride make this a polished, if predictable, daytime floor-filler.

A 128-bpm vocal house cut with a hook that lands on first listen, greeting the floor politely without ever quite reshaping the room.

Speed garage chassis welded to a tech-house engine, cruising at 133 BPM with enough daylight polish to blur mainstream and basement.

A propulsive 133-BPM speed-garage weapon that sacrifices subtlety for sheer, unrelenting dancefloor velocity.

I hear a 122 BPM progressive house cut in 9B that channels high energy into warm, organic grooves with a surprisingly grounded stride.

I’d call this razor-wire electro-grime at 140 BPM a server room melting down in Bb minor—absolute peak-time warfare.

Percussive drive and progressive framework collide at 122 BPM, making a fierce bridge between vocal records.

That vocal hook sinks into a driving 128-BPM groove, turning any tent into a daytime communion.

A 130 BPM main-stage missile in key 10B that trades restraint for full-throated euphoria, precision-built to unite a festival horizon.

A bruising 103 BPM meditation in a minor key that weaponises organic texture into something almost overwhelmingly physical.

A sprightly 128 BPM chirp of tech trance that lets the vocal hook do the heavy lifting without overcooking the room.

To my ears, this 133bpm cut channels Detroit influence into a relentless bassline weapon for peak-time rooms.

A glossy 128 BPM bullet with a vocal hook that refuses to leave your skull, built for sun-drenched festival slots.

I’d use this 125 BPM Db minor cut as a bridge between heavier records; it keeps the floor moving without asking for the spotlight.

Slotted at 6B and 133bpm, this nine-out-of-ten energy vocal roller weaponises accessibility into pure peak-time pressure.

I keep this 125 BPM roller in my sunset crate: warm, cycling progressive house that bridges the terrace to the floor without ever breaking a sweat.

A high-voltage, organic deep-house spell that burns slow and heavy at one-thirteen, built for the basement’s darkest hours.

Solid, high-energy Toolroom tackle that drives the floor hard even if it lacks a truly memorable hook.

A 125-BPM Ab-minor glide that threads vocal breath through lean percussion, built for open-air floors where melody and muscle meet.

A tidy, mid-set progressive cut whose melodic hook leads the way while the vocal remains understated.

A 133bpm Drumcode overhaul that weaponises the original anthem into a mainstage juggernaut.

Vocal tech house that turns its hook into pure dancefloor hypnosis, locked to an unforgiving 128 BPM grid.

A 115-BPM deep-house cut that routes its ten-out-of-ten energy reading through groove, letting the vocal loop and low-end steer the momentum.

I would drop this 130 BPM minor-key pressure cooker when the terrace needs daylight propulsion, not platitudes.

I keep this locked for the late hours: sleek 128 BPM progressive house with proper Cecille pedigree.

A 136 BPM peak-time bomb where a massive vocal hook hijacks the room.

A familiar hook reborn through rolling 128-BPM grooves, bridging nostalgia and the modern floor with effortless, high-energy precision.

I’d ride this bruised minor-key melody straight into peak-time, no hesitation.

A 125-BPM cut in 3A that lets the vocal do the heavy lifting without fuss.

Lush progressive grooves escalate into a main-stage payload that feels inevitable without ever cheapening the climb.

Melodic hooks spiral over a breathing 122-BPM groove, turning relentless energy into widescreen, open-air euphoria.

I would drop this 120 BPM, 3A weapon when the sun hits its zenith and the mainstage needs hands-in-the-air propulsion.

A utilitarian 130 BPM hammer with plenty of energy but zero earworms; it works the floor without ever truly owning it.

Raw Klasse Wrecks electro stripped to sparking wires and sent hurtling at a hundred-and-thirty.

A 130-BPM exercise in controlled tension where melodic armour meets bassline weight, built for the leftfield peak-time hour.

Festival-weight tech house at 130 BPM that commands the floor without pretending to reinvent the wheel.

Those bells still cut through 4 AM haze with surgical precision, even if every hand in the room already knows the score.

A warm, driving 125bpm hypnosis that locks the after-hours room into leftfield deep house motion.

A human voice threads through synthetic pressure at 125, finding space between trance uplift and melodic patience.

Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis from Mutual Rytm that turns the booth into a pressure chamber.

A sun-drenched 125 BPM ascent I’d happily stream across any terrace worth its salt.

A 125-BPM swell of polished progressive chords that fills the room but rarely threatens to spill over.

Raw minimal pressure at 133bpm; a deep-tech bruiser built for sweat-drenched floors.

I’d call this a driving, melodic weapon at one-two-five that burns with peak-time urgency and an Ibiza-sized hook.

A utilitarian peak-time cut whose blunt energy favours seamless transitions over surprises.

A sunlit 122 BPM roller that drapes approachable vocals over disciplined deep techno pressure.

I’d call this relentless peak-time artillery that weaponises 143 BPM into pure claustrophobia.

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 deep, rolling minimal cut that locks the floor into a 133-BPM hypnosis, raw and relentless.

A smooth 125 BPM melodic glide that fills the floor without ever reaching for the spotlight.

A relentless 128 BPM electro charge that turns the club into a pressure cooker of raw, hooky voltage.

A belting vocal hook strapped to lean 125 BPM drums, built purely for peak-time elevation.

I’d ride this 125 bpm E minor bullet deep into the morning: stripped-back Solid Grooves pressure, a vocal that demands total surrender.

A slow-burning, high-voltage deep house cut that drags the dancefloor into a hypnotic 113-BPM twilight.

FJAAK sandblast the CLR blueprint into a 136 BPM juggernaut that trades subtlety for pure, unrelenting peak-time pressure.

Gleaming 122-BPM progressive house in 6A at energy ten, but the instrumental chassis is too polished to leave a mark.

I’d call this a polished 128bpm cut that knows exactly how to work a main-room floor without ever sounding desperate.

A sugar-rush vocal rides a 140 BPM trance chassis, built to convert the curious into committed floor disciples.

At 125, I find a sleek, melodic tension that rewards patience on the floor.

A slow, seething late-night burner that trades standard urgency for a deeper, organic hypnosis.

Raw electro muscle at 128 BPM in 4B, built for peak-time floors that thrive on unfiltered pressure.

A humid, 100-BPM hypnosis that turns the booth into a rainforest canopy, all warm pressure and tribal pulse.

A lean, sinewy fusion of electro pressure and garage swing that hits the floor with intent.

A bruising 143bpm hypnotic assault from Mutual Rytm that sacrifices melody for sheer, unrelenting kinetic tension.

Wu-Tang's grit meets peak-time steel at 130bpm, a collision of legacy and laser-focused club weight that demands the main room.

High-gloss progressive house built for sunlit terraces, marrying organic warmth to relentless 125 BPM forward motion.

A sleek, high-energy progressive weapon that burns slow but hits hard, built for cavernous after-hours floors.

I hear a familiar vocal draped over 120 BPM grooves in F# major, warm and agreeable but too borrowed to truly haunt.

A 146 BPM furnace of psychedelic pressure that turns any room into a sweat-drenched ritual.

Polished vocal house at 128 BPM where high energy meets restraint, letting the room breathe through melody rather than force.

A peak-time, crowd-pleasing remix that threads a familiar riff through high-pressure tech trance mechanics.