Released Apr 2022

Robert Owens' presence rides a 125bpm chassis with the kind of dark, peak-time urgency that only HE.SHE.THEY. would sanction.

Pure 140 BPM brutality that trades melody for distortion and dares the floor to keep pace.

A 146bpm furnace of snarling low-end that demands total submission at the point of peak-time collapse.

I would drop this at 125bpm as two legends weld pedigree to peak-time pressure without losing soul.

I hear this as a humid, bass-heavy collision of minds that drags the dancefloor into a delirious, slower-motion vortex.

At 140 BPM, Skee Mask fuses bass weight with techno's forward thrust, forging a sleek, discerning weapon for peak-time floors.

Percussive hypnosis at 136 bpm; a late-night Ilian Tape weapon that grips the floor and refuses to let go.

At 143 BPM, it is a maximal-energy collision of leftfield bass and hooky club pressure that only Ilian Tape would dare to press.

Rolling breaks and low-end pressure snap across a dark room, a 130-BPM reminder that Lobster Theremin still deals in proper UK club weight.

Relentless 130 BPM hypnosis that weaponises F# minor tension into pure, unswerving club momentum.

I’d drop this at 130 BPM in a pitch-black room and watch the floor lock into its 1A trance.

Leftfield dub disco at 120 BPM, smouldering with after-hours menace and the kind of tasteful swagger only Idjut Boys can deploy.

This AD 93 cut smoulders at 88 BPM with an energy of eight, warping airy ambient drift into a claustrophobic, melodic pressure cooker.

A maximalist 143-BPM collision of leftfield intellect and club weight that demands attention from the first bar.

I’d drop this 143-BPM furnace of raw hypnotic pressure to lock the floor in industrial stasis.

A pressurised one-forty vortex of tight percussion and sub-zero atmosphere that locks the floor into pure hypnosis.

A lean, hypnotic cut that rides its 133 BPM frame with melodic patience and a brooding, club-wise atmosphere.

At 125 BPM in 7A, this channels level-nine intensity into a sleek, melancholic room that I would only trust after midnight.

Artful, hypnotic synthesis at 130bpm builds a late-night leftfield room with serious patience and poise.

Throbbing 128-BPM deep techno with an organic pulse that somehow feels right when the room is thinning out.

Cerebral after-hours electronica that unfolds like half-remembered architecture; a masterclass in restrained, leftfield sound design.

A relentless 120-BPM hypnosis that drapes F# major pressure over Houndstooth’s dubwise framework.

Jazz-tinted melodic lines drift over a 122 BPM pulse, brooding yet ready for the floor.

Leftfield UKG velocity with an emotive core, bending 136 BPM into something beautifully unhinged.