I hear this at 125 BPM in 3A as a motorik, warm-hearted pulse that feels less like a sprint and more like an endless, confident stride through a smoke-filled room. The energy is cranked to ten, yet Wallace keeps the textures organic and breathing, letting melodic tendrils unfurl across a foundation that, to my ears, is unmistakably Rhythm Section: rooted, soulful, and relentlessly floor-focused.
For my money, this is the sort of record that turns a cramped basement into a swaying cathedral; the minor-key warmth blankets the dancefloor while the steady kick insists on forward motion. I would slot it perfectly as a peak-time deep house weapon, bridging the gap between heads-down hypnosis and hands-up release without ever sounding frantic or overworked.