ROAM

The needle drops and the room immediately contracts; this is a 120bpm slow-burn in the key of 2A that feels far heavier than its tempo suggests. Every texture sounds scorched—like found tapes left too long in the sun—yet the architecture is precise, carrying that unmistakable Modern Love gravity where darkness feels luxurious rather than cheap.

At energy level ten it never flinches, building a claustrophobic, neon-streaked corridor that works best when the floor is already hypnotised. I would slot this after midnight, letting its vapour-heavy dread seep between tougher techno cuts, a disorienting palate-cleanser that keeps bodies moving even as it unsettles them.