Meyer pushes a 122 BPM pulse through Flores with the kind of pressurised warmth that turns a booth into a conservatory. At energy ten, it is maximal without being violent: the low-end breathes, the melodic loops unfurl like late-afternoon gauze, and the 11A key keeps everything locked in a wistful minor glow that feels more sunset ridge than warehouse sweat. The texture is polished organic house, every hi-hat and pad buffed for open-air systems.
It is a bridge record, pure and simple. I would drop it after something peak-time and angular to let the floor exhale without losing momentum, or use it to tee up a bigger moment an hour later. That Ibiza-ready accessibility is not a flaw; it is tactical. In the right slot, it does the emotional heavy lifting while the BPM stays relentless.