At 128 BPM in 9B, Celeste doesn't push so much as apply pressure. The kick is a steady pulse, the percussion sparse and metallic, and the whole thing sits in a narrow band of tension that never quite resolves. Energy reads 10, but it's a controlled burn—more warehouse at 4am than main-room.
With no mood tags to lean on, the record makes its own: cold, patient, faintly eerie. I'd thread it through a long set, letting the 9B frame do quiet work under the surface. Not a peak, but a pivot—useful when the room needs to be held rather than moved.