Released Nov 2024

I’d call this sleek, menacing disco a vice-tight weapon that coils around the floor and refuses to relent.

My kind of melodic deep-house pressure: classy, relentless, and built for peak-time floors.

Relentless 143 BPM hypnosis in 5A, built for the moment when the club’s last survivors refuse to leave the floor.

Sub-bass architecture and corrosive grime textures make this a lethal, late-night weapon.

A tenacious 128-BPM hypnosis session that weaponises tension and releases it into the strobe-lit ether.

Live percussion and synthetic grit collide at 120 BPM, forging a humid, after-midnight groove that breathes like a session rather than a sequence.

I'd weave this 130 BPM spell where hypnotic depth and crystalline design meet proper low-end gravity.

I let this relentless 133bpm Up The Stuss hypnosis grip the floor in late-night lock.

Bellamy's tactile jazz-electronic haze meets raw house at 71 BPM, forging afterhours armour for the body.

Kai Alcé delivers 125-bpm hypnosis on Wolf Music, all pressure and no release.

A bruising 125-BPM payload that turns the booth into a pressure cooker, all piston-pump drums and no mercy.

A slow-motion exhale for the club's quiet corners, where sixty-one BPM becomes a breathing exercise in texture and restraint.

Spoken-word drift at seventy bpm, wrapped in organic texture and near-silent energy; the room holds its breath.

Warm, motorik deep-house hypnosis riding a 207 BPM pulse straight into the after-hours haze.

Max Cooper stitches fractal detail into a 122-BPM hypnosis that burns brighter than your typical deep house excursion.

A bruising 143-BPM charge in 5A, all razor trance synths and raw French underground swagger.

Rugged analogue machines snarl at 128 BPM, spitting out raw voltage built purely for the floor.

Tom VR twists Salamanda's source into a sleek, 125-BPM roller that balances Wisdom Teeth's cerebral edge with pure dancefloor voltage.

Pulsinger shapes a pressurised 120 BPM vessel where deep house warmth and dub menace collide beneath the 9A lights.

Ninja Tune deep house that trades peak-time bombast for 120 BPM introspection in 9B, all feeling and floor-craft.

Relentless 140-BPM hypnosis that turns the room into a sweat-drenched pressure cooker; pure, uncut Tresor ferocity.

Subterranean dub pressure at 125: Elliott twists Dettmann's basement into a deep, cavernous weapon for the dead hours.

A psychedelic 128 BPM juggernaut that channels after-hours delirium into pure, tainted dancefloor sweat.

A relentless 128 BPM charge through electro-tinged techno corridors, built for peak-time sweat and strobe-lit abandon.