Sonar

I’d cue this at 122 BPM when the room needs a jolt of peak-time hypnosis. In the bright tension of 1B, those melodic lines arc taut and luminous over a driving pulse that feels simultaneously airy and crushingly physical, each bar tightening the grip.

With an energy level of 9, it is a weapon for the thick of the night, not my warm-up; it demands a floor already primed for surrender. It slots perfectly into that transitional pocket between melodic patience and outright propulsion, riding its hypnotic momentum until the walls seem to breathe in time with the kick.