I hear this at a steady 120 BPM, locked in 4B, unfolding less like a club weapon and more like a slow panoramic sweep. To my ears, Cooper keeps the energy at a deliberate seven, letting synthetic textures breathe across a wide stereo field that feels closer to architecture than arrangement; the rhythm is pulse-like rather than propulsive, each beat landing with the soft insistence of a heartbeat in a quiet room.
I would slot this into that 3 AM pocket where the floor needs motion without aggression—too restless for pure ambient, yet too introspective for peak-time. It offers the kind of cerebral warmth that rewards attentive listeners without abandoning the body entirely, and it sits exactly where my after-hours programming demands.