At 122 the tempo reads almost modest, but the energy meter says nine, and the record earns that in density rather than speed: clipped percussion stacked close, a low end that takes up floor space, reverb tails doing much of the melodic work. It sits in 4A, so everything leans dark without tipping into gloom — the vocal arrives as texture rather than a hook you could sing back.
This is a late-set record, the point where a room has stopped needing to be convinced. Put it after something sparser and the extra weight registers properly; play it too early and it just reads as busy. Best in the middle of a long run, where its melancholy can do quiet work under the lights.