Autopilot

At a flat 125 BPM, this thing pumps with an energy rating that hits the ceiling, yet Primal Code keep the arrangement stripped to the bone, letting the 7B key ring out with a bright, metallic clarity befitting the KOC pedigree. The rhythm is pure locked-hip hypnosis: every hi-hat flick and sub-bass throb feels precision-tooled to maintain forward motion without ever drifting into excess.

In the mix, it occupies that perfect 4 AM corridor where the dancefloor is running on muscle memory and the room feels simultaneously claustrophobic and endless. It is exactly the sort of raw, peak-time minimal techno weapon I reach for when I need the crowd locked inside a groove that refuses to let go.