The pulse sits at 125, locked tight but never hurried, threading through Ab minor with a restraint that lets tension accumulate without clutter. Minimal here does not mean empty; every element carries heat, radiating a warmth that offsets the spare arrangement. It is a drum-led conversation, stripped to essentials yet insistently forward-moving.
In a set, this belongs in the hours where bodies lean in rather than step back, its 10-out-of-10 charge contained within a narrow frequency range that leaves room for the mixer. The Wisdom Teeth stamp suggests careful curation, and this record honours that: functional, yes, but textured enough to reward repeated listens on a decent system.