At 118 the pulse is unhurried, yet the energy reads up at nine, and the groove explains it: the low end is thick and close, the hats sit right at the front of the mix, and there's a compressed forward lean that makes a patient tempo feel quietly insistent. Nothing rushes; nothing drags either.
D minor keeps the pads slightly hooded, so the warmth arrives with a cool centre and the rhythm does the talking rather than any vocal hook. It builds a small, dark, comfortable room — the sort of record you slide in two-thirds through a set, once the floor is already moving, to hold the mood steady rather than lift it. Warm, groovy, and happy to stay in the shadows.