At one-three-six, it locks into a steely, propulsive grid that feels less like a sprint than controlled levitation. The low-end carries that Livity Sound weight—sub-bass that coils rather than thuds—while the upper register keeps tension dialled to a nine. A hypnotic, tidal quality runs through the rhythm; every bar inhales before snapping back, riding the minor-key gloom of 9A without melodrama.
In the mix, it sits between UK bassline urgency and techno hypnosis, demanding a system that can handle its forward pressure. I’d drop this after midnight when the room needs disciplined adrenaline—its energy is too fierce for warm-up duties, too sleek for industrial collapse. The result is cavernous yet precision-engineered, proof of the label’s pedigree and a reminder that bass at this tempo can still sound utterly future-facing.