W Dad

At 113 BPM, this record moves with a loose-limbed swagger that feels closer to broken house than straight-ahead club fare. The 5B key gives the chords a bright, almost teasing lift, while the experimental slant keeps the drums skittering just outside predictable gridlock. There is a genuine hookiness buried in the clutter—melodic fragments that snag the ear without ever resolving into obvious pop.

With an energy level of seven, it sits comfortably in the pocket of a set that is warming up but refuses to play it safe. I would drop this after something tougher to let the room breathe, letting its off-kilter momentum rebuild tension organically rather than forcing a peak-time rush. It is the sort of Hinge Finger curveball that rewards patient floors.