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The Ninja on this record
The kick lands at 128 with a rubbery insistence, and from the first bar Eden Burns threads mischievous, hook-laden detail across a framework that refuses to sit still. There is a brightness to the energy that feels almost athletic—this is a nine-out-of-ten jolt—but the F-sharp minor tint keeps everything from feeling too clean, letting oddball textures flicker at the edges of an otherwise propulsive grid.
That tension makes it lethal in a set: it is peak-time material, no question, yet the Public Possession weirdness ensures it slots perfectly into a Dekmantel-adjacent room where the crowd wants muscle and personality in equal measure. Drop it when the floor is dense and the lights are hazy; it will not leave anyone standing still.