Stoat

At 136 BPM, this thing hits with the relentless precision I expect from the Ilian Tape stable, channelling a ten-out-of-ten energy into something that feels less like a battering ram and more like a trance state. The 6A key keeps everything submerged in a gloomy, metallic undertow, while the percussion frays and reconstitutes around the kick in ways that only make sense on a big system.

It is a weapon for the dying hours, clearing the room of tourists and rewarding the locked-in faithful with a vacuum-sealed, hypnotic pressure. I would slot it after a broken-beat roller to let the four-four momentum hit like a cold shower, stretching that 6A darkness across the floor until the strobe feels like a second pulse.