Fantasy (Floating Points Remix)

I hear Floating Points strip Herbert back to a lean, muscular chassis, running at a steady 120 BPM that lets tension coil rather than explode. The 3A key keeps everything locked in a cool, obsidian minor, and with the energy pushing nine, the pressure never dips—every hi-hat slice and sub-bass throb feels precision-engineered for a dark room.

In my sets, this sits exactly where I want to pull dancers into a tunnel: not a peak-time blowout, but a hypnotic, driving groove that demands movement. It is unmistakably minimal techno in spirit, yet the Accidental pedigree gives it a refined, almost jazz-adjacent attention to detail. I would drop it after something busier and watch the floor lock into its unrelenting, mechanical sway.