At 133 BPM in 3B, this arrives with maximum energy and the kind of utilitarian heft Hessle Audio does so well. The rhythm is a locked groove of stabbing bass and shuffled percussion, built for peak-time sweat rather than sweeping narrative arcs. It fills a room instantly, pressing against the ceiling with a compressed, almost industrial force.
In a set, it sits precisely where you need absolute forward motion without deviation—a functional bridge between bolder, more colourful moments. That ferocity never lets up, which is both its strength and its limitation; it moves bodies flawlessly through the night, though I wish it left a deeper, more memorable scar.