Released Jan 2026

I'd ride this 111 BPM leftfield deep house groove deep into the after-hours, where its nine-out-of-ten energy becomes pure hypnosis.

A hazy 102-BPM drift through dubby chillwave textures that rewards the 4 A.M. crowd without demanding the dancefloor.

I keep coming back to this 128-BPM hypnotiser; Sam Goku weaves organic texture and high energy into a deep-house trip that feels meticulously grown, not programmed.

A masterclass in controlled dread, where every percussive tick feels like a warning signal from the depths.

A slow-burning 120bpm ritual of dread and sub-bass that turns the after-hours into a pressure chamber of dubwise paranoia.

A sleek, high-octane deep house cut that marries Studio Barnhus eccentricity with a relentless, after-hours pulse.

Monolithic dub tension at 109 BPM; the room shrinks even as the energy towers.

Festival tech house with a massive vocal that turns the room into one moving mass.

At 125 BPM in 4A, it funnels melodic tension into a relentless progressive house framework built for 4am reckoning.

A sleek, melodic cruiser that proves restraint hits harder than excess at peak time.

I’d let this slink in at 109 BPM—energy ten, warm, hypnotic deep house for the after-hours floor.

To my ears, this is a 113 BPM slow-motion stampede of smouldering low-end and after-hours hypnosis.

I’d weld Sam Goku’s humid organic artefacts to a merciless 133 BPM grid, forging a tripped-out techno weapon that demands a dark, packed room.

A merciless 130 BPM electro workout from Mystictrax, all G-minor pressure and maximalist late-night voltage.

A slow-burning, high-tension deep house cut that smoulders at 109 BPM, all melodic warmth and after-hours magnetism.

Jex Opolis drenches a vocal-house skeleton in dubwise atmosphere, turning peak-time pressure into something far more interesting.

To my ears, this is high-energy ambient dread from a dub pioneer; at 109 BPM, it moves like smoke through cracked concrete.

A propulsive 125bpm hypnosis that bridges dub’s organic murk with techno’s relentless forward motion.

Eerie ambient dub that coils through the room like smoke, heavy with Shackleton's unmistakable dread.

A 125-BPM siege of haunted frequencies that turns the booth into a séance; peak-time weight cloaked in ambient dread.

Shackleton moulds AD 93's dub-tech aesthetic into a 120-BPM hypnosis that feels like club architecture collapsing inward.

Crushing ambient dread wired to a 120 BPM pulse, its 5A key leaving no space for light.

In my bag, Amaliah’s rework coils 133 BPM tension into a Peach Discs weapon built for peak-time sweat.