Sort of Like a Dream

The drums land with a purpose that belies the title’s reverie: at 133bpm, the energy is relentless, a nine-out-of-ten throb where Anunaku’s asymmetric hits rattle against Avalon’s gauzy synth washes. I hear techno at its core, but the texture is porous, letting light leak through the tension rather than suffocating the floor.

I’d drop this past midnight, in the yawning hours when the room is loose enough to follow its sharper turns. Locked in 4B, the melodic elements sit in a dusky minor pall, while the propulsive tempo insists bodies keep moving. It feels forward-thinking, yes, but never at the expense of function—precisely the kind of leftfield weapon I’d reach for to test a patient sound system.