San Andras

At 128 BPM, this locks the grid with an almost militant precision, each drum hit landing like a calibrated shockwave. The energy is dialled to ten, yet I hear a tasteful restraint in the arrangement—nothing feels accidental, and the tension coils rather than explodes, leaving me plenty of room to breathe in the mix.

Set in 11B, it occupies that bright, urgent harmonic pocket that slices straight through a club system at peak hour. This is unmistakably Lobster Theremin fare: underground in ethos but built for the biggest room, the kind of record I reach for when the dancefloor needs a jolt of unrelenting, forward momentum.