At 125 the kick glides rather than shoves, and the whole thing sits in 2B with a soft, sun-bleached warmth — pads drifting just off where you expect them, chords allowed to hang a beat past their welcome. The texture is dusty without going lo-fi: brushed hats, a bassline that walks instead of pumping, everything given room even at an energy of eight.
It's a mid-set record, the sort you reach for when the floor is already moving and you'd rather keep them there than raise your voice. Nothing here hurries. The melody does its work quietly, and by the time the loop comes round you've been carried further than you noticed.