Gadje Romani

At a hundred and two beats per minute, Fabi Yond refuses to rush. The groove is deep and unhurried, built from organic textures that seem to grow out of the floor rather than drop onto it. Yet the energy is relentless, a nine-out-of-ten pressure cooker that smoulders rather than sparks, locking the room into a slow, hypnotic sway.

In 10B, there is an unexpected warmth cutting through the after-hours haze, a major-key brightness that keeps the dread at bay while the tension mounts. It is a MONADA record through and through: credible, earthy, and engineered for that liminal hour when the dancefloor is too exhausted for 128 but still hungry for transcendence. I would slot this after a peak-time burner to let the crowd breathe without losing the plot.