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At 133 BPM in G minor, the track locks into a steady, muscular grid that favours function over flourish. The drums hit with a sandpapered, industrial texture, leaving little room for melody but plenty for forward motion. It feels like a tunnel: narrow, dark, and deliberately claustrophobic.

With an energy level of eight, this sits comfortably in the harder, sweat-heavy middle of a set, bridging electro’s syncopated bite with techno’s straight-ahead insistence. There is no respite built in, just a continuous roll of low-end pressure and corroded hats that works best when the floor is already committed. It is a utilitarian piece, confident in its own severity.